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          • June 6, 2011 11:50 pm
            I scrawl down various notes to myself throughout the work day. The notes might contain tools and parts I need; or they may contain a bit of poetry and a story idea I don’t want to forget. Today I was giving my Boss a ride when he picked up a scrap of paper from my car floor and proceeded to read the following, in a loud monotone voice. “5/32 security bit - I’ve got a big gut and I like to fuck - sung in a high falsetto, by God as he looks in a mirror - 20A fuses…” We sat silent for a few moments and finally my boss exhaled a long, lonesome sigh and told me about the time he ate mesculine with Larry Hangman. 

            I scrawl down various notes to myself throughout the work day. The notes might contain tools and parts I need; or they may contain a bit of poetry and a story idea I don’t want to forget.

            Today I was giving my Boss a ride when he picked up a scrap of paper from my car floor and proceeded to read the following, in a loud monotone voice.

            “5/32 security bit - I’ve got a big gut and I like to fuck - sung in a high falsetto, by God as he looks in a mirror - 20A fuses…”

            We sat silent for a few moments and finally my boss exhaled a long, lonesome sigh and told me about the time he ate mesculine with Larry Hangman. 

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