June 9, 2004
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June 9th, 2004.
Unrelated. Here’s an alligator. Alllll eeee gaaaay tor. At around 1.30am last night, Heather and I turned in on the third floor of a rickety, disused, Pittsburgh townhouse. There are two tiny single beds and an oscillating fan that moves just enough air to make me jealous of Heather’s skin when it turns it’s attention from…