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Posts from February 2005
I’m Gonna Send You Back to Arkansas.
I saw Ray last night.
I Don’t Have to Sell My Soul; He’s Already in Me.
I went to a party that Adidas threw in memory of Jam Master Jay last night.
In My Lens Was a Naked Canadian.
They’ve finally posted the naked pixx I shot!
Shoot.
Roaming around Manhattan, having my photograph taken.
View of the Spree from Behind the Harp.
I had a rough gig last night; but, what a hoot the Spree were.
Relentless Positivity.
These Spree folks are so nice it’s unbelievable.
Handsome Dan from Canada.
My veins are thick with cheesesteak.
The Dude Says: “Chill.”
Dan Wilson and I went out to Jackson Heights, Queens, for a pre-Valentine’s feast.
“Drunk Party Chick Lost Control Vs. Fucked in Glue.”
(The above being the subject line of a porn spam missive from one Ignorance J. Puckish.)
I’ve been thinking about Sekou Sundiata, my old poetry teacher at Lang.