gnoll's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- dont move here, please. chance knocked up some local girl and wound up proposing. a party was thrown together at our moms place to celebrate and raise funds for the kid and whatnot. word spread and a sizeable lineup formed at the side door. steve bell was first in line with his five dollar entry fee in hand. it looked like it might get a little stuff so i slipped out the back door and headed across the landfill to marks. coincidentally mark was throwing a party that night too. a few recognizables, amongst them was the gap toothed waiter from the cadillac lounge and the handlebar moustached guy from that night i got smashed at the dunn right inn. out back i took to carving sentences on the picnic bench with a utility knife and mark lit that cherry bomb thats been sitting on my bookcase for months in his bathroom. later mark, milos, myself and some nondescript girl headed out to the east end. i loosened the bolt and nut fixing a support wire to a hydro pole just to the point where it would inevitably unskrew itself, eventually. milos and mark split to look for the car. the girl and i walked along side the shops and checked out the cheese store. i've never seen such large barrels of feta. i've never seen a barrel of feta, period. 7:52 p.m. - 2001-08-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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