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August 11, 2005
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11:41am
the call. still clothesless. having to pull wrinkleds out of pack, pulling boxers up to nose for snifftest and having no doubt they were not to be worn again before a good washing-to. cobbling together minus shoes. get good sharp rocks. not this humid shake the boys on the block have been dumping. all is good again in the world. but less surely than it was before. I’m a chain smoker these days. it makes for long and sketchy train and cab rides. and i have to go into the city to my box to pick up my ira cash out.
(disCoveR that the ol’ [quite young, actruely] iPod took a dive in the move. Best guess would be it’s packed-position [pole, as a matter of fac, at the top of the pac] directly over the radio and its speaker-backing magnet
Posted by peligrito at August 11, 2005 11:41 AM
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