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matt	.o0O	(he wouldn't play that. too GAY. if he did, he wouldn't give me a fair game. he'd spell things like ASSMUNCH. little fucker sniffed my yahoo accounts. all the updates from the anton antipov group. my correspondence. chris trousdale almost got his shit split last night. the girl living next to jesse, kenny's cousin, seems to have nothing but male friends. always doing stuff like sitting in jesse's lap and then taking up with the ukrainian pizza boy, etc. dre. short for andresz or whatnot. i asked him. knew his family's uke or polish or latvian or something. half italian, turns out. they make a nice pie. i said, jesse, don't fuck with him. he's o.c. so when jesse gets like that, a case of the blackass, we (robbie and i) like to wind him up ever the more. incrementally. and then the club. guy's home for a funeral and almost got to go home swole up. poor kid.)
Peter	.o0O	(get him to play scrabble with you. its the true litmus test... )
matt	.o0O	(ha.)
matt	.o0O	(i kind decide if he's dumb or if he's fucking with half the time. any games involves skill he wins and the ones more to do with chance i do better with. dumb or not? or just a pothead? he saw a hohner marine band harmonica on the table and asked if i was in the marines. he tried to put a cassette back in its case by putting it on the spokes and then closing the case. i don't know.)
matt	.o0O	(the middle of the road is trying to find me.)