"Like the hair, man," our neighbor John says of the quickly lengthening fuzz sprouting on top of my head as he comes upon me and the doge concentrating mightily on her thrice-daily descent of the stairs. "You look like a Marine."
"Yeah, but with out the training, skills, or physical prowess," I say.
"Well, you don't have to tell anybody that."
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One year ago today: The Girl Can't Help It
Two years ago today: Sand In My Shoes
Three years ago today: Something Like That
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