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August 20, 2005
FourByeFor
When 15 for the road just doesn’t make the road…
CALL MAD MY MAN MAX!
Holler at yer boy.
He come through for you.
(very fine printing)
And though you’ll know he’s ever so happy to get another fat sack of money, that no matter how many times you “bug” or “bother” him he’ll be Johnny On The Spot—or Jamel Over Your Way—you’ll be ashamed that you two are back again in each other’s company, saying your third or fourth goodbye, the last one—last night’s—including the fateful “This one’s definitely it, the last time for sure. I’ve got my ticket; I’m going.”
Posted by peligrito at August 20, 2005 1:54 PM
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