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name - ak day off work
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4/6/2004 1:20:47 PM
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Yeah thats right, I said it! Da' hood yo. Ofcourse my "hood" looked remarkably like an RV park but nonetheless, we had all kinds of gangs! Although most of our gangs cruised around on stolen BMX cruisers in the parking lot. But we stole em! yeah we had to steal to get our bikes. I got mine out of my cousins burn pile in the back yard. Polished her up, added some spare parts, ripped off the streamers and put on some foot pegs. Yeah, it was a tough hood. All kinds of drugs and violence. I remember one time someone stole my moms hash pipe from the patio table out on the fake grass...I had just scraped that sucker clean! I found the kid that did it though and kicked her ass! That'll be the last time my little sister tries to fuck with me yo'. Another time we were all over at the mexican kids house cause he had cable, and well we was watchin' a Fifty Cent video when someone busts out saying P-Diddy has more skills...pretty soon a fight broke out and after that our gang was split up east park / west park.
Yeah, it was tough growin' up in my hood.
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name - ak
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4/6/2004 1:03:20 PM
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I guess it wasn't until recently that I realized I am an alcoholic. I mean, I've been drinking obsessively for years now. But amidst all the heavy narcotics usage I never once thought of alcohol as one of the bad guys. Booze was just there to help me get over a wicked coke bender or sooth my jones for another spike. So I guess naturally, as time passed and my drug usage fizzled out into a small pharmaceutical antidepressant addiction, I just continued to assume binge drinking was ok, if not normal for someone my age.
Then again... I grew up in the hood and my mom eats valium for breakfast. So what do I know.
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name - ak hangin' in there
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4/6/2004 12:37:04 PM
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Advice of the day from my mother:
"Amber, everyone had there own path in life, I have valium"
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name - ak
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4/6/2004 12:30:29 PM
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chris...booze and a paper bag man? that hurt man. Do you really need the booze?
James, don't worry about the hot chicks in vegas thing. I can't help but innocently observe all the hot simple, young loggers and sailors in my town.
Nothing says "sexy" more than a man who can rip a tree out of the ground and turn it into a big mast for me to sail away on.
I mean, sensitive guys who write introspective garble all day long is good too.
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name - A little bit of influence?
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4/6/2004 11:34:51 AM
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Chris, you're becoming less and less James and more and more Colby/Vik. What have we done to you???
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name - spillane
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4/6/2004 10:59:18 AM
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this key board is the size of my penis, small and hard to minipulate, hence all the spelling errors.
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name - spillane
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4/6/2004 10:57:40 AM
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iam in las vegas with my mother... she just dropped seven dollars into a one armed bandit, while i took pictures of tram cars and train tracks... there is a big giant black pyrmid out the back window here what is it called "Lex Luther" or something like that. they don't serve food on planes, so i will buy something before the next boarding. also, there is amoking room here, it is funny walking buy... they are like humans in a addict fish tank. would it kill them to put ventalation in there.... if you were a cheap smooker, you could just go in there and breathe the air and you would be set. it grosses me out to think about it... anyway, what the fuck. i will be updating from here on out. i just found out my sisters husband is a tech afficinado, so i am set. thank god. i wouldn't know what to do... i was going to mention something about my theory on hotter climates, and how people are better looking and tend to have large breasts and less cloths, but i have sneaky suspecion that amber would show up in the middle of the night and cut my balls off, do leave you with... all the women in las vegas are fat and ugly, and wear way too much clothes for such a hot climate... also, this airport computer sucks dick. more in a few hours.
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name - chris
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4/6/2004 9:09:41 AM
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yesterday i heard 13 nirvana songs in the time it took to drive home from work and to/from the gym.
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name - Kurt Donald Cobain
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4/5/2004 7:52:22 PM
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2/2/67
aberdeen
depression
parent's divorce
thoughts of suicide
millionaire
irritable bowels
drugs
frances bean cobain
murdered
his ashes sit in a bank vault...
no cementary will take them
4/5/94
27 years old
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name - Colby
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4/5/2004 6:43:04 PM
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I'm looking over
My dead dog Rover
The one I ran over
With the mower
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name - chris
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4/5/2004 3:48:45 PM
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to raise anything around amber, please send booze and a paper bag.
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name - ak
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4/5/2004 3:16:33 PM
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To raise a monument in Aberdeen baring the likeness of Kurt Cobain (Pre-gunshot wound)please send your donations to our corporate nipple:
Chris Holland
1430 Yuppie Way
Slavetothegrind, Issequah
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name - Musing C
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4/5/2004 7:22:30 AM
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Ten years ago today ended an era that knocked Michael Jackson and hair bands from our collective musical conscience to usher in the revolution that was Nirvana. I think we should not only stop down for a few seconds to muse on the impact Kurt and the boys had on us as individuals, but we should also think about how they affected our generation. Let us consider this paradigm shift a bit today and thank whatever gods may be that we were a part of it.
I found it hard
It’s hard to find
Oh well, whatever
Nevermind
C
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name - ak
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4/4/2004 1:38:47 AM
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I have an older sister who I have begun to believe is made of that liquid metal the upgraded terminator in T2 was made out of.
She will be visiting tomorrow and I have devised a few sneaky tests to see if she indeed is actually a human at all.
Obviously I can't just go up to her and slice back a piece of her frigid evil flesh lest I give myself away (or my mom yell at me). So this will take a little more finesse on my part. I have to be smart. Stealthy. Like John Conner.
I will wait until she is so-called "sleeping" and see if there are little microsoft screensaver icons floating across her rolled back eyeballs.
If that fails, I will taunt her into eating heaping spoonfuls of spinach like that robot kid in A.I. rendering her cyborg circuit board useless.
And finally, I will accidentally spray her with some liquid nitrogen I have strategically placed behind the air compressor in my fathers garage.
Please wish me luck fella's and if you don't get an update from me soon. Stay strong and fight the machines!
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name - ak
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4/3/2004 10:00:24 PM
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A moment of weakness and I pick up the phone. A nissan commercial with a modest mouse song. An old story saved in a random folder on my computer. A stupid seafood fest. Trying to remember the feel of the worlds biggest arms. Every hug like its from a bear. A big safe bear that won't let anybody touch us. Suddenly I feel naked without you.
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name - spillane
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4/3/2004 9:16:39 PM
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it's important to have goals
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589
name - Colby
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4/3/2004 9:14:25 PM
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I'm having a seafood fest tonight with your mom's panties.
What?
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name - spillane
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4/3/2004 12:33:28 PM
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Down at Chris’ house now. Just got back from shopping at Target, (said with a French accent) the post office, Trader Joe’s, Hair cut by a Russian, and Costco. The high light of the whole event, (besides the weather) was the $182 Chris spent at Costco for premium alasken snow crab legs, also know as “king crab” we are having a seafood fest tonight… nigga.
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name - s
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4/3/2004 12:23:19 PM
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Realize
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586
name - spillane
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4/3/2004 8:43:51 AM
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so it took you 3 seconds to realise we were saying the word "cocksucker?"
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name - Colby
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4/2/2004 3:10:11 PM
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I didn't even hear 3 seconds of the first one. The remaining three... just long enough to know it was you.
The magical mystical "7", my friend.
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name - spillane
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4/2/2004 1:52:43 PM
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i bet you 30 bucks he listened to the whole thing
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name - ak
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4/2/2004 1:44:03 PM
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um...colby, one of those messages was from me. I had an extra ticket to the Ms. Hawaiian Tropic (Corpus Christi area)contest coming up next weekend. I wanted you to come with me but since you never called me back I invited Chris instead.
Sorry buddy.
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name - chris
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4/2/2004 1:41:05 PM
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dammit. foiled again.
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name - Colbus
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4/2/2004 1:22:43 PM
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A STORY OF SECONDS
1. Colby gets off airplane after trip from Boston.
2. Colby turns on cell phone.
3. Colby sees the following: voicemail box: 4 messages.
5. Message the first: Colby hears screaming, hits 7 within the first second and a half... the message is deleted.
6. Colby repeats this action for the next three items, all within 5 seconds of hearing the first one.
7. Ten seconds later he's forgotten about the whole minor nuisance and moves on with his day.
THE END
Nice effort, though... I'm sure you had fun screaming nonsense into my phone...
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