someone whom i only marginally know, a hipster merry-prankster knows-he-is-and-likes-it kind of asshole (in a vaguely charming mostly offensive way) grungy junkie kind of guy, disarticulated from the mid 90s thrown into modern day north van, apparently wrote this poem about me upon our umpteenth intersection whereupon i inevitably reintroduced
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