My curiosity about
the world is rapidly evaporating like the water table in California. Soon I
won't care if army tanks are rolling past my driveway and if there is bacon in
the house or not. It's sad that it's come to this, but what do you expect of a
man my age and political preferences? I thought new clothes might cheer me up
but I discovered I've shrunk. From a 34-32 pants I'm down to 34-29. There is
less of me than meets the eye. The lady at Sears had no empathy for my
situation.
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