Entry 1
January 9, 2016
I've been debating whether I should and how I should start this diary for a couple days now, but being bedridden hasn't exactly left me with a ton of activities to do. I guess I'll try and write this like you don't know me just in case this gets discovered by some future generation with no idea who the great Samuel Spencer was (by the way everyone just calls me Sam). So sloppy introductions aside I guess I should get into the reason why I'm bedridden and all that jazz.
It was the first of January, so a little over a week ago, and I was at a gas station convenience store getting some gas and a drink and my, and the poor cashier's, luck had apparently run a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶a̶s̶ ̶d̶r̶y̶ ̶a̶s̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶s̶e̶x̶ ̶l̶i̶f̶e̶ ̶h̶a̶d̶ ̶b
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