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I went to a party that Adidas threw in memory of Jam Master Jay last night.
They’ve finally posted the naked pixx I shot!
Roaming around Manhattan, having my photograph taken.
I had a rough gig last night; but, what a hoot the Spree were.
These Spree folks are so nice it’s unbelievable.
My veins are thick with cheesesteak.
Dan Wilson and I went out to Jackson Heights, Queens, for a pre-Valentine’s feast.
(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.