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Three tumblers.
I used a cotter pin and a hunk of metal. Took about 3 minutes.
My birth certificate was in there.
I am so smart. S-M-R-T….. I mean S-M-A-R-T.

Who: All of you
Where: My place
When: Tonight
Why: To break open a fire safe box in hopes that my birth certificate is in it
What: sledge-hammers, hack saws, chain saws, dremmels, c-4, TNT, small fire arms, liquid nitrogen, lock picking devices, catapults, objects of heavy mass (boulders, automobiles, armoUred tanks)

What the Fuck!? I call the USPS 800 number looking for the closest passport center to me. The lady on the phone tells me the closest one is in Sherman, TX and then proceeds to give me the phone number: 1-900-… a 900 number? What?

I'm going to get some lunch with Justin, about 437 miles from here. What the hell, it's Friday. Right?

Two nights ago, I had another dream. I think this one confuses more than any other dream I've had in a while.
I lived in my old apartment at The Mansions. I was in my old room. Chris (nighthawk) was there, sitting in the living room watching TV. I'm not quite sure why he was there. [...]

She used to draw
a giant yellow star
on her calendar
for every day
that I made her
really,
really happy.
Sometimes
I'd see her do it,
with a huge smile
on her face,
and that flirty look
in her eye that would
melt
me
every
time.
She doesn't draw
yellow stars any more,
and I wonder if I'm
not making her happy,
or if she just got sick
of giant yellow stars.