08-13-04 - 10:48 p.m. ate basque food in a historic old hotel in gardnerville tonight. drank picon. bought a ferret for spencer. bought a big eiffel tower painting. at home, a message on the machine from mike, the czar of the desert, the king of canals. call me, he says. i call him, and he talks incessantly about himself. when i can't listen anymore, i blurt; wanna make out like horny teenagers? i don't have time, he answers, and proceeds for another ten minutes to tell me why.
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