July 7, 2006 § Leave a comment

Apparently the rules of the game trump respect for the game. And that’s it, nothing more. I don’t even feel better about any of it; in fact, if it’s possible, I feel worse.

So, moving on to bigger and better things, tomorrow you can find me by following the loud scent of artificial grape up the mountain. Secret-weapon flavors, baby.


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