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If I die at 23, won’t you bury me in the sunshine, please let me know that you’re still mine

Old age is the most unexpected of all the things that happen to a man. – Leon Trotsky Last night at Bacchanal, I saw R walk up and I told C that G was interested in him – and he said, “that old man?” – you don’t know it till you cross over the line into midlife or whatever this segment is called (my hairdresser in SF said it’s not midlife because we are not…

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It was a dark, stormy, lightning afternoon

The cousins have been safely carted back to Miami care of American Airlines – AA called from Atlanta to catch up and said she’s joined a Loser Lesbian club and surprisingly enough there are a lot of losers out there so she has been meeting a lot of new people. She was calling from one new friend’s house. Meanwhile, my niece called and I called her back as she was driving back to college –…

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Consider yourself an ambassador of the city

I took my cousin and her husband on the Misery Tour and then K found out that the Monteleone was unable to fix CBS on the television set and so it was decided that he would watch the Florida/Tennessee game here at my house – now this was supposedly my night off – my night to stay in, refresh, relax, lounge for the Lord, whatever – but instead there was football going on all night…

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