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On one of the posts that I wrote that I don't think was ever posted, I mentioned meeting someone from my rival high school in georgia in a bar in santa monica. It was bizarre and interesting.
He took my digits, and for once, I actually gave the real ones. He hasn't called me, but I did actually plan for that contingency by directing him to observe the fabulous coincidence and to 'have a good life'.
Have a good life.
It's very sad to imagine all the peeps I've said that to.
All those people. all those lives. where are they now.
(by the by, I met someone from macon today in a sandwich shoppe in venice, ca).
If we never meet again, have a good life.
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