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had a dream that i was hanging out with Jeff Kent on Haight St.

Jeff was a dick. he was really into the war.

after Jeff and i parted ways i ran into Kevin Killian.

Kevin was all "...how was he...?

and i was all "he was okay, he's really into the military...it was weird"

Kevin was all "yeah, ever since he started taking acid he's been really off..."

in other news

i chopped my thumb again in the cheese gratter...same thumb, same area, so now i have sliced scar tissue...oh, and i did it preparing the same drunk ass meal, refried beans and chedder cheese...gross.

met up with my brother and Nevine and the D-Structure boys, went to Mad Dog, ouch.

though my cough is pretty much gone.