March 23, 2001

I've reached a point in my life where I don't covet my neighbors' wives or their cattle or their audio visual equipment -- I covet their lawns.  The guy across the street has this perfect lawn -- flat, deep green -- and, damn, do I want my lawn to look like that.

This also happens to be the point in my life when, at sixteen, I was sure I would be dead.

 



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