Monday, May 31, 2004

Last night I went to a bar. It's nice to get out for a beer and hang out with a few people you know. Just before I left, this guy with a scab on his forehead was wandering around with a crack pipe asking people if they knew who's it was. I probably should have told the bartender, but it was past my bedtime so I just went home.

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