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I saw actual classic hobos today, huddled in a close circle, wearing tattered woolies & ragpicked hats, cooking over a flaming barrel on some disused rail. Amazing.
Last night in Atlantic City, Amy somehow managed to win $120 at roulette betting on numbers associated with our anniversary and my birthday, while during the same period of time in New Brunswick I was able to piss away something like $60 on unhappier numerological whims involving '33' & such. Thank God Pat bought me a drink for his birthday.
I'd forgotten about this third-rate university quiz.