Daily Archives Tuesday, January 2009

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Stocking cap, sunglasses, white wife-beater tee shirt with some punk rock design silk-screened onto the front of it. A breeze blows by. I’m sweating in my black tee shirt and swim trunks. I wonder who this fuck thinks he is. And why he is wearing this stocking cap? My hand writes in time to the [...]

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So here I go again on my own. I wanted to make an example out of you. Why is it so much better to hear jazz in a coffeehouse than anything else? Or is it just me? It took me weeks to convince you to go out with me again. After New Year’s. You didn’t [...]