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<P><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">I'd like to thank everyone for a good time in San Francisco. </FONT>
<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">It was really nice to meet all those gentle people all in one </FONT>
<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">place. The picnic ruled. I prolly shouldn't have worn my doc </FONT>
<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">martens. Too hard to run to get a dog bitten frisbee.</FONT>
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<P><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">Shout outs go out to -</FONT>
<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">Bill for letting me know and taking me to the second show.</FONT>
<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">I'd like to thank Kayla for the ticket, and the picnic.</FONT>
<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">The person who brought the sinister cake. Not for how it </FONT>
<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">tasted, but for how fertile the subject was to exercise wit. </FONT>
<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">Economist conversations over orange frappes and coffee.</FONT>
<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">Renee Foucalt</FONT>
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<P> <FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">It was the last time I felt normal since I was at the </FONT>
<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">airport, September 11th. I checked in for my 8am flight and </FONT>
<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">the woman behind the counter was talking about a fire at the </FONT>
<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">Pentagon. I got on the internet and my friends were talking </FONT>
<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">about lower Manhattan being gone. The airport bar was the </FONT>
<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">only place with a TV, so I did the only sensible thing, sat </FONT>
<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">down and ordered a Guiness.</FONT>
<BR> <FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">I'm back now, in New York. The trip back brought me </FONT>
<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">through Yosemite, Tonopah, NV and Salt Lake City and towns </FONT>
<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">with a population of 164. Clear air and desert mountains that </FONT>
<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">are actually farther away than they appear. I bought twine </FONT>
<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">beaded jewelry from a punk chick who wants to be a deisel </FONT>
<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">mechanic. I heard stories about the blood feud between the </FONT>
<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">Cambells and the McDonalds from a real live Scotsman, kilt </FONT>
<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">and all, with the similar problem of trying to find a decent </FONT>
<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">drink in the middle of Mormon country. I ate meat served from </FONT>
<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">swords. I found bleached bones in the desert. Talked about </FONT>
<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">the Bouncing Souls crushing bottle caps with a blue haired </FONT>
<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">boy. A snowboard chick remembered me from eating raw fish. </FONT>
<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">The trip back was really amazing, but the reasons for the </FONT>
<BR><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">path chosen unfortunate.</FONT>
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<P><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">John </FONT>
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