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frag.
In lieu of an actual entry, here is a fragment that got lost in my remorse.
Scene: Savage Garden, Saturday night. Dirk & I are having an animated conversation for some minutes. Isolated by the loud ebm, the Boy drums loudly & arhythmically on the table.me: Hey! Hippie! Quit it! I go back to my conversation. The Boy resumes his drum jam.
me: Stop it, goat boy! Talk. Drum.
me: The Boy is grounded. We put in this table for you to put drinks on and off. Not so you could have a hippie drum jam!
We giggle hysterically. Dirk requires a lengthy explanation. The end.
- Rocketbride's adventure of 10/01/2004 11:27:00 p.m.
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