I drove to Bloomington after class at 9:30. I saw Mike's truck, but alas, no Mike. I checked various bars, including Fat Jack's, and ended up watching a ska/reggae/dancehall band called the Wankers.
Actually, that is what they should have been named. They thought they were pretty special.
I drove back home around 1:30.
He swims. He gnaws. He builds dams. He moves us with his intelligence and grace. He is the Wily Beaver. And he is here to INTUBATE us all.
Thursday, October 24, 2002
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