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September 23, 2007
You donít get to come and go out my car, when Iím on I-89 speeding, 80 miles per hour trying to keep pace with those fucking crazy Vermonters, the ones who will lap you twice so you get a real good look at their bumper sticker that says ďTree-Hugging Dirt Worshipper.Ē You donít get to come and go out of my bed, when itís a wet summerís night, the airbourne water droplets smothering stifling saturating the linens, sticking to my legs like a soggy band-aid. You donít get to come and go, because youíre not invited. Because youíre not welcome.