Monday, September 15, 2003

"Hey, Jack Kerouac

I think of your mother."

For some reason a memory of going with my girlfriend to see Natalie Merchant in concert in Berkeley a few years ago popped into my mind. Even though I'm at work my eyes are welling up slightly.
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