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Worth a damn 2002-10-23 1:53 p.m. Monday. 7 am. Lying in the middle of the dewy baseball field singing (screaming?) “A Moment Like This.” And my bike was there. It was a useless whore. And my phone was there. It was an unfortunate bystander. And guacamole dried down the front of my shirt and my belt undone. One button. And the grass.Tuesday. Wall. Pot. Wall. TV. Kitchen. Wall. I have nothing to say worth a damn.
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