Wednesday, January 14, 2004
I'd forgotten what a bitch spit-shining boots can be. When I was 18 and had too much time on my hands, I did it a lot. I remember once, back then, when I was laying down on a bed to sell plasma ($40 a pop, I didn't work,) some ex-military type was on the bed next to me. He saw my boots and said, "Damn, that's a lot of polish on those boots." It made me happy at the time.
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Not much to report. I've had a few interviews, watched a few films, and stayed up way too late drinking with a sweet woman.
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