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February 24, 2004 - Tuesday | 4:52 PM, CST
Well now that the website is fixed, I can start this update. For some reason, there must have been some HTML in one of the comments that prevented Netscape from using wordwrap. Don't know what, but the problem is fixed and lets not mess with success.
As you all know, I found my camera. It was buried under a pile of trash in the backseat of my car. Now for some fun pictures I've been eager to show all of you.
A few weeks back, probably during my Christmas break from work, I noticed a huge zit on my back. I reached around and popped it, then wiped it clean with a paper towel and examined my find. It looked as though someone had loaded pus into a shotgun and fired it at the paper towel.
Just in time, Andy and Gary showed up. Seeing as how Andy is my gonzo attorney, I decided to train him also as a gonzo surgeon. After a short lecture on antiseptics and proper surgical techniques, he was ready to go.
I provided him with a few alcohol wipes, some paper towels, a needle, and a pair of rubber gloves. He soon went to work digging the pus and dead matter out of my back with a needle. Soon nothing was left but a nice, clean hole where the evil and infestation once was.
And we were all the merrier for it.
I miss Christmas break. That was a hell of a good time. And just for your own interest, Gary and I went to Koby's to play some cards during break, and (being nosy) I decided to explore his basement. I happened upon some canning jars, which I accidently broke. While I was cleaning up the mess, I cut my finger. A friendly message ensued.
You know how everyone thinks that Hopkins Park is some negro infested crime hole and if a white boy steps foot inside the town limits he'll be shot up by some mutha' fukkin' gangstas? Well Art and I proved that wrong by cruising its mean streets at three o'clock last Saturday night. Just more information in case you're cruising around with nothing to do as often happens to Art and myself.
Who wants to buy tickets to a fish fry?
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