gnoll's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- vin Without any recollection of where I had been, or had been going, it was hard to determine how long I had been walking for. The sun rose and set, several times maybe, before I was plunked onto a couch at Alex�s Brooklyn apartment. Everyone else had gone to sleep except Vin Diesel, who wouldn�t stop yammering on about his youthful years as a dancer. I didn�t catch more than a word or two before looking down at the ashtray and noticing that he had smoked my last blunt. �You�re such a fag� I said, and we sat in silence from there on. 1:34 p.m. - Wednesday, May. 04, 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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