part of the problem with saturday's anti-war rally was that more people gave me compliments on my black furry sweater than they did hand-outs, stickers, or buttons. ditto dave and his bad brains sweatshirt.

another? we then spent about ten minutes cruising way sexy bike cops.

i have no spiritual center. at all.

things get worse after a lunch that somehow included red onions, coke, and a butterfinger. i'm such a fratboy i might as well just wear my tube socks to the men's room.