Tuesday, December 22, 2009

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E-mail that I wrote in response to an email from a friend in Russia asking me how my holiday in America was:

Got really stoned one night with a married friend of mine and then had to try to pretend like we weren't when his wife and kid came home unexpectedly. The more things change the more they stay the same. "Our eyes are red because we were swimming, Mom."

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