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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