Yesterday evening, between drinking coffee with Kat and heading to the bar with the Hickory House Crew, I was sitting in my apartment, reading Sara Vowell's Partly Cloudy Patriot and drinking cheap cabernet (my drink of choice for sprawling and reading...well, I'd drink good cabernet if i wasn't broke, but that's beside the point) and I hear an
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is it time to move yet? cause it seems it must be
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Her jeans are still sitting on the bricks.
Ah, Denton...
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That is one of the most wierd and fucked up events I've ever heard of also. I bet she was loaded up on some type of drugs... a lot of them.
No way I'd help a person out like that, or play their game or whatever.
Your neighbor's a freak.
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My money is on a copious amount of LSD. I guess. Or she just outright flipped her lid. And I did give her scrungy clothes for a reason.
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If that it was in fact she was loaded up on acid that could have become a dangerous situation for you. I would hope you'd be more careful in the future. In my mind it's not just a fun story, and the loss of a wine glass and maybe some old pants and a ratty shirt.
There better not ever be any drug crazed wierdos showing up at my door. I'd totally have called the pigs on her. In case you didn't allready know... I HATE JUNKIES!!!!
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I don't think my brain hurt that bad trying to understand something since the last time I tried to translate Cicero from the original Latin.
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