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Jun 13, 2007 10:38

as i passed between an aisle of artists bent over the street with chalk and oils, a man asked if he could use my friend's cell phone. he said his was dead, which was true, so i said 'sure thing, buddy'. as he was dialing he said 'thanks, i'm locked out of the building here'. he was balding, but the black hair he had was cropped short and gelled ( Read more... )

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dojothemouse June 13 2007, 18:08:42 UTC
ye gods

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makingyourgrave June 14 2007, 10:41:18 UTC
no need to leave, it's the same everywhere you go.

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