Nothing too interesting to write about, I guess. Friday I braved the horrors of South Beach traffic and picked up Eek on the way to meeting up with Alex, Jen, Howie, & Ken at Durty Harry's in Ft. Lauderdale. I understand why Eek doesn't hang out - getting on and off the beach is a fucking mission and a half. Fuck Alton Road and fuck Arthur
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