So, it looks like my good friend Warren has left the East and headed across the Plains back
West where the sun shines brighter. It is a sad thing because we had just established our little
neighborhood clique giving me even less reason to venture into the outer parts of Manhattan
(ahem, Upper West Side). Gone are the fully bratty nights yelling at the tube while watching a
game, completely ignoring each other. Our mornings-after together recovering from hangovers
in silence will be desperately missed. What will happen to the `hood? It`s up to Turtle to hold
down the forte. And while he`s gone on his retreat home for who knows how long, I`ve been
assigned with the task of not going completely insane without him to whom I can bitch and
moan my worries away.

Today I`m crabby. Stayed up late working and woke up early from a dream of my head being
sawed off by a cigarette smoking nurse bandicoot. Serious! He looked like that video racing
dog. Turns out they started construction on my street early again this morning and the
deafening drill beats aroused my slightly morbid imagination. I need cawfee.

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