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January 29, 2007



Oh, I loved this post. There are so many things to comment on. I still think it's sweet how great you and Brando are this many years later.

I've never met a necessary Wal-Mart.

Just think, if you knew how things were going to pan out, it would have robbed you of all that delicious, nervous energy at the time.


...the boy in the Cure shirt and California tan...

You left out the key detail: who wasn't gay!

Not that there's anything wrong with that.

I do wish I could go back and see that night like Scrooge in A Christmas Carol. But without the "you will die alone" future part.



Woman, please tell me you are writing another book. I need more of your lovely writing.


Thanks C and Babelbabe. These little pieces help keep me moving.

I am just about ready to start a new book. Cross your fingers for me. It's terrifying to start over now that I know what I'm getting myself into.

Adorable Girlfriend

B-dawg, that's not what the other kids said about you.


AG, don't listen to teh. He's only telling you what he wants to hear. :-)


Never mind worrying about the book. Expand this post and you've got three chapters.

That I would read, anyway.


Thanks Brendan.

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