gnoll's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- pmpr His name was Christian and I don�t think I�ve ever run into him before. He was tall, my eyes merely meeting his chest. He stood off to the side awkwardly leaning on a street pole in fitted Gold Lam� and glitter, with his medium hair, build and demeanor, and I felt embarrassed for him. His over-sell, the parade of expensive shoes and designer jeans, it was all in complete discord with the plain revolver and bullet I kept loaded in my sock drawer. 11:33 a.m. - Tuesday, Oct. 14, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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