Every morning all I can imagine is 10AM rolling around for another day in the Circle. The doors normally open on time, sometimes they're a few minutes late, but it's all good because I know eventually I will get to the Circle. The floors will be filled with ash, and the can next to the fridge will be filled with trash, but it's all good because I know I'll get to the Circle. Sometimes, it's filled with strangers or even an occasional hookah, but it's all good just as long as I can get to the Circle. Sometimes it's filled with thirst, sometimes it's filled with bull, but it's all good as long as I can get to the Circle. You can walk in with a 5, 10, or 20, but a dollar is all you need to place a bet when you get to the Circle. You can be sleepy, tired, or just worn out and need a nap, but it's all good in the Circle. Even if you're from Harlem you can come to the Circle. Puppies of all sorts get to visit the Circle. Little People are always we...