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the rantings of an opinionated, sleep-deprived, aging punk-rock improviser.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
They traced his travel by his credit card...
This is when I suddenly have to remember which city I just flew in from.
More and more often I find myself standing there with NO idea.
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