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September 30, 2001

fourth and soul

The fourth quarter is heralded by my discovery of two unlikely analgesics--housework and the slap-bass of funk music.

Next week I travel to Gulf Shores with my only meaningful gift from law school:  Five friends who, with me, create a critical mass of broke-dick, white-male soul.

©  2001 by the beastmaster