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Monday, July 18th, 2005

The Best Laid Plans

So your riding on the train, you say to yourself, when I get off the train I’m going to get off at the 13th street exit and get a cup of coffee. You’re riding, thinking about coffee. You get off the train, thinking about coffee, you walk to the stairs thinking about coffee. You ascend the escalator thinking about coffee…. but it’s the tenth street exit. So I have to walk back to thirteenth and it’s ass-a-hot and I have no one to blame but myself.

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