Outlaws themselves, the judges / hang sharpies, snake oil salesmen, drifters

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Ah, dear blog, since I wrote in you last, I have devoted almost every waking minute to leisure. While making dinner last night, El Bandito dropped by and we drank beer and played Mexican Train Dominos. Then we went to Linda’s to meet up with CeCe, Team Goetschius, and Jennings. Then headed home, watched Sleeper Cell, and slept heavy. Woke up, ate a quick lunch, and headed to kickball at Carrboro Park. Following that, Team Goetschius joined us at the homestead and we walked up to the pool and swam for a couple hours.

Devoting so much time to leisure is bad for my body, though, as I already ache some and am certain to ache more later. This is the price I pay for indulging in no real literary work for 24 hours.


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