I left Richmond very late on Friday morning, thanks to the debilitating traffic around my bank, the timely influx of yuppie fucks at Starschmucks, and the ridiculously late hour in which I went to bed [thanks to some enriching folk-punk, a long lost friend, and a few PBRs]. So at about 10:45am I, armed with 3 shots of espresso and and iPod full of
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