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Death's Door, the view from the Spanish announcers table: <strong>reaching out</strong>

Saturday, August 7

reaching out


Dammit, this is to the lovely woman with dreads I met tonight at the Hurricane that shared tequila shots with me and gave me her phone number in purple ink. The ink smeared and I can’t read your number. So catch me at my mail address “gbeck@kc.rr.com, cause I’d love to hear from you again.
"and the monkey flipped the switch"

3 Comments:

Blogger TheBlackNewYorker said...

That was my evil twin, lol.

2:49 PM  
Blogger Death said...

woooohoooo! She called me! Just goes to show, never never never, take an important number down on the back of a glossy card in purple ink.

7:08 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The one wearing a green shirt? -- Charley.

10:21 PM  

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