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6 nov 2005

There was one person I met in New York, however, who was pretty much a total asshole. It wasn't a cab driver or a waiter. Everyone was unfailingly nice--except for this one particular guy, a poet.
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7 comentarios:

  1. Stuart Greenhouse11:40 p. m.

    Oh yeah, I know that guy.

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  2. Jim Behrle11:13 a. m.

    Hey Sorry Man, I was in a really bad mood all weekend.

    xxxjimmy

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  3. Jonathan12:13 p. m.

    The a-hole I met was not Jim. In fact, I didn't meet Jim at all.

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  4. Jonathan7:30 p. m.

    From the conjectures I'm getting backchannel, there's apparently more than one a-hole poet in NYC.

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  5. The Vicar4:55 a. m.

    Those crazy kids. I keep telling them to be nice to strange people and to accept any candy offered to them, but they never listen.

    Sigh.

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  6. Simple Theories6:25 p. m.

    christ, name the person. we're talking aesthethics. this is important.

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  7. Stephen Baraban8:18 p. m.

    Or else, is there a sculptor in the house? To create a monumental tribute to The Unknown Asshole.

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