bad things come in threes, they say
 This is Andrea and her friend "the student of life" hangin' out at Cafe Alma.
She served me my coffee at the Starbucks on Westshore and Kennedy. She's going up north--Vermont, Mass, Boston for the weekend.
She's got a fiance. How fancy.
I recogzined her dreadlocks from across the patio. There's not a lot of hair like that after Phish broke up.
My date tonight was Dangerous Cookie. I realized that she will just take my ride and take my driniks and give me a peck on the cheek good-night.
She's not a very dangerous cookie.
I have to say a special prayer for a friend of mine--his Dad passed away. I guess they didn't keep in touch too well over the years. But it doesn't matter--when you lose your Dad its gotta hurt for a while.
He seemed alright though. Bad things come in threes, they say. So I think he's had enough for a while.
Goodnight.
2:06:57 AM 
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