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Love Stinks. Sometimes we get dumped.
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Go Back To Montana
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let's see, it was the last semester of law skool and a close friend and i won an American Bar Association competition for our region. the finals were held in missoula, montana at montana law skool. bumma for us, cuz the year prior the finals were held in hawaii (that's why we went for it in the first place). so, needless to say, we crapped out in the finals and hit some local bars to chill for the rest of the weekend. i met this guy, who will remain nameless, ok his name is todd edgar, and we played pool, hung out and had sex. he was pretty cool as far as the local gene pool went, but he was a pizza delivery guy. so i was kinda a big fish in his little pond, knowhati'msayin? i went back to nyc to finish up skool and we wrote a few letters (yes, actual letters), some of which included some really juvenille drawings like high school doodles. now i'm not totally stoopid, ladies, he was really really good looking and uh, big. so there i was packing up to move away from nyc, months later right before graduation, and about 30 minutes away from a date, a real one, with a guy from my graduating class, when bing bong, the doorbell rings and it's montana boy AT MY APARTMENT to help me move. evidently his pops kicked in the cash to get him a last minute ticket to en-why-see cuz he wuz in luv. uh oh.
so i told him, looky, i gotta date with an italian guy who was born and raised in brooklyn (in other words, he will kick your ass if he knew you were here) so why don't you go get some boxes for me and i'll see ya back here in a few hours?
when my then-boyfriend picked me up, we went to a nice dinner in bay ridge (italian place). i drank most of the wine and started laughing right around dessert-time. he says, hey why u laffin? and i said, well, there's a guy from montana at my apartment right now ha ha ha. check please! i convinced him not to kick his ass and even said seriously i will make him leave but let me handle it (a miracle he agreed), so he dropped me off at my apartment and i went up there and homie was passed out on my bed with the grateful dead playing in the room and an empty bottle of wild turkey next to him and a few, that's it, liquor boxes nearby. the first thought in my head wuz, m'fka, those are the only boxes you could get!? i said go to the grocery store!! but it had been a really long time (hours and hours), probably midnight by the time i got back, so i called the airlines and got him booked on the first flight back in the morning. then i had to go wake him up (shake and wake!) and tell him, hey dude, guess what? my italian boyfriend says go back to montana.
poor guy. he was pretty hung. over. ha ha
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