February 20, 2007 at 11:54 am (Uncategorized)

Must’ve drunk more than I thought last night. Feel coarse. There is a cartoonist sitting to my right, doodling away. “You’ve got a nice job,” I say.  “It’s like any job, in a way,” he says. “If it works it’s good.”

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