Every Man Is An Island

I stand by that. But clearly some men are island chains. Underneath, they are connected...

Friday, November 12, 2004

What a beautiful day it was. Got some quality frisbee time this afternoon. Then on the way back, I coned the Denali parking in front of Kevo's house. It was sweet. A nice solid biggie cone from Como with the reflecting stickers ripped off placed right on the roof of the Denali. It was mentioned that maybe the guy wouldn't notice. C'mon, there was no way of not noticing such a sweet cone job. On the way back to class, I saw a man opening the trunk of the Denali. For some nonexistent reason I was led to believe that he was doing the siding on the house next door. Anyway, the point is that the cone was no where in sight. He must have appreciated the quality cone job.

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