Friday night and this week is finally over. I remember when August 1995 finally ended, I went out back to the alley behind
Facets, took the "August 1995" sheet from my desk calendar, and lit the fucker on fire. Good riddance to bad rubbish. Of course we all know that that did little good; by the end of September 1995 I was starting on heroin, and
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