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It's hard to grow up when there's whiskey in your oatmeal.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Room at the Inn, Part II


The homeless Canadian left me his phone number on the back of a cookie fortune resting on my nightstand. YOU WILL SOON BRING JOY TO SOMEONE. Prologue to a proposal.

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I'm Glad My Dad Replaced the Slats with a Sturdy Frame


There is a homeless Canadian rave promoter* sleeping in my bed. I hope he doesn't steal anything.
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