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8:01 p.m. // 31 August 2004
Things I saw on my way to work today:
Smashed pair of glasses on the curb
Joe Ayoub, wanting me and Dwayne to play in his band that's been brewing in the back of his head for some time, called the Sweethearts. (Although I like the name of his other hypothetical band better, the Chi-Chi's. Or the Chee Chees, maybe.)
A full cup of coffee, curdled, perched on the edge of a trash can.
A Lego tree.
Some of the things we overheard our neighbor, who was in the hallway, saying to his girlfriend, locked inside their apartment, at 3 a.m. the other night (he was talking really loudly):
"Give me the keys. [pause.] Give me the keys. [pause.] Give me the keys. [pause.] Give me the keys. [pause.] Give me the keys. [pause.] Give me the keys. [pause.] Give me the keys. [pause.] Give me the keys. [pause.] Give me the keys. [pause.] Give me the keys. [pause.] Give me the keys. [pause.] Give me the keys. [pause.] Give me the keys. [pause.] Give me the keys. [pause.] Give me the keys. "
"And then you told me I'm not your girlfriend."
"You played nice all day just so you could bodyslam me tonight."
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