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April 21, 2004
Made the mistake of opening the compost can in the apartment. Fruit flies are trying to nest in my hair. The dog is eating his late night ritual snack. I have email to answer. Relatives. We have so many stories that are waiting to come out after most of us die. Who will write them? If I don't write my own about me, then I'll end up being a different person to my descendants. Takes 50 years to discover your grandfather was not who your mother said he was. That guy was a figment created by a 16 year old.