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October 07, 2005

It's Friday and I'm laying out a page about upcoming snowboarding events. Goddammit.- - - -I admit it: I miss him. The little man. The Hund of Dachs. The Red One. The Little Asshole. Gary Shandling. "Goddammit, Gary." Etc.Mom is taking good care of him back in Michigan, much to my relief. A mountain of appreciation to them for their patience and guidance, in this trying time. I'll take him off yer hands soon enough, upon my triumphant return. Thanks.- - - -Being the "week of green" that it is, I dabbled in some of the "mean green" myself and besides gettin' kinda tired, didn't feel shit. I was hoping to have some sort of vision quest, sans the sweat lodge and animal loins and stuff. But all I did was think a little extra, which, is trouble for a guy like myself. There's a reason I don't smoke the rope. Big whup.Last time I got loaded on the stuff was in Alaska, in like '97 or something, way out in Girdwood. A couple of tramps were passin' around some, uh, "herb" called the "Matanuska Thunderfuck," and man, I had to partake. Matanuska Thunderfuck? How good is that one? Anyhoo, I got good and "baked" and had to pedal my bike a number of miles to the nearest convenience store to stock up on garbage.And, I know some of you pricks have some comments regarding the last couple paragraphs, so, well, "Bring it on."

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