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Monday, February 21, 2005

Rest, Uncle

A friend had written me the other day (and I hope he doesn't mind my posting this bit of his private email):

I was fired for finishing Hunter S. Thompson's Chivas and water while doing fine dining in a tuxedo. Oh, and I was drunk, very drunk. Again. Sean Penn and James Carville were crutches for the slumping Hunter who kept shouting, "Stairs. I didn't come to a restaurant to walk up any fucking...Lights. Jesus Christ these lights. Stairs. Fucking stairs."

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