Sunday, July 29, 2007



That poem was about walking three miles home in the middle of the night with no shoes, no phone, no wallet, and no keys.

It was a good night overall, but I expect to be banned from all future wearing of Hawaiian shirts.

I keep forgetting that Hawaiian shirts are not a right, they're a privilege.

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