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So I'd like to write about something aside from my late-night, after-hours bar existence, since those stories mostly sound about the same, except for the occasional outstanding moment like diminutive crackheads trying to force their way past 2 guys that combine to quadruple her size

Plus, not much of note has happened since that night; the most out-of-the-ordinary thing being getting hit on by a rockabilly dwarf chick .... Otherwise it's just been cheap bar tabs and late nights, scouring the classifieds for the perfect deal on a vintage car or cool bike, and working.

Making a phone call today about a bike actually

We'll see.