Thank you, Mike. Thank you for working on Wall Street, and for having a corporate AMEX card. Thank you for being a bored husband with a wife waiting at home while you’re…
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Boy Blunder Brought Back: Day 8
And on the eighth day, I rested. I’ve been back East for seven days, and until today my schedule was packed tighter than an Asian’s pussy with appointments, people to see, and…
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Boy Blunder Brought Back: Days 6 & 7
Apologies for not writing a second entry last night, but I got kind of drunk and was too tired to type. Ken and Jack procured a bottle of vodka and two six…
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Can – Future Days And Past Nights / Aphrodite’s Child – It’s Five O’Clock / Rising Storm – Calm Before…
Finally I have a moment to sit and put together a non-travel-related blog entry. Today has been boring thus far, but I’ll probably write again this evening once the rest of the…
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Boy Blunder Brought Back: Day 5
I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock as it struck 9:00am. Last night was another night of deep, dreamless sleep, only without the benefit of awakening refreshed and ready to…
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Boy Blunder Brought Back: Day 4
Ah, Saturday. Wait — today’s Saturday, right? I am sitting at the computer hutch in my mother’s house with what began as a quart of Dogfish Head’s malt liquor. Spiritualized’s newest LP…
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Boy Blunder Brought Back: Day 3
It began innocently enough. I awoke to find Annie Hall on my television, and the sounds of rushing cars on Walnut Street filtering through my bedroom windows. It was 11:00am exactly. I…
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Boy Blunder Brought Back: Day 2
Hello readers, Evan here. My first full day back in suburban New Jersey was an eventful one. Of course, I didn’t actually lay my head down to sleep until well after 4:00am…