October 19, 2004
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October 19th, 2004.
This morning there was an evil duck dominatrix in the shower. She may not have looked it on the surface, but every moment I turned away from the faucet, this bastard tweaked the temperature. Either too hot or too cold, if I looked the wrong way, the temperature was sent rocketing in the wrong direction,…
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October 19, 2004
On a three-block strip of Market Street, peeking around the Spanish moss-laden trees, are a handful of funky small shops run out of old houses. On the corner of Market and 23rd, behind a high garden wall, is a sprawling bonsai garden. About the only way you would know it’s there is a small sidewalk…