Sunday. Sometime circa 2001-2002 I'm sitting on a suspicious smelling couch on the front porch of the crash pad, nursing the morning's first beer. Actually, it's last night last beer, left within arm's reach when I passed out a few hours before. It's 9 am and I'm sipping warm Bud Ice, peeping the activity across the street
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you're back :)
xox
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i've been posting stuff here
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