Too Much Junk
16 February 2001
11:33 PM: Woy, slept in Today for sure. Strange orgy dreams, also featuring a narrative about three gangster spiders on a mutual vendetta. Fairly productive day anyway, though. Certainly by recent standards.
I did a search on Nerve for men in San Francisco. Not that many, to my surprise. And going through them, I am at least in the 80th percentile. So I think I may say with full confidence that I at least moderately rock.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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