
And, I don't think I used a hammer for too much of this deck; I think I got screwed. Not, that's wrong: the deck got screwed. That's accurate.
So, there. (I don't know what that has to do with anything.) Goodnight Gracie.

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A rambling series of insertions about the life of a privileged (intelligent?) middle-class, middle-aged white separated guy in northern California. Oh, one other, thing: this guy, George we'll call him, wants to be like the Dalai Lama when he grows up.
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