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prototype for a super hero

another affliction, which I think of as a gift to the world in my immediate area, maybe stretching it's helping-hand out to the out there, so anyhow...I believe that I save peoples feet and tires, basically punctures to any softer surface by picking up nails, screws, bolts, hooks, metal-things, you name it, I pick it right up and place it in my pocket. I gather these metals/rusty pieces, and place them in my car or my home, or a plastic bag. This way they won't hurt anyone or take out a tire, maybe an entire family won't get a flat on their way on vacation, maybe they won't swirve and hit anyone, and they'll all live? Maybe a some kid won't have to get a tetanus shot because they stepped on a rusty nail left behind by carpet installers or careless hands. Humor me, maybe this protection I offer bounces back and saves my family on the road and in their lives. But then again, all kids have to step on something rusty just once, that's a right of passage. Carelessness, accident, a metal clink, an inaminate, potentially dangerous metal left behind. Then me, happening by, bending down to examine, saving the world. you think?

side note, because I like side notes:
there is a hubcap as I exit Summit Ave that I must have, it's killing me, I want to pick it up, I must have it!!!!

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