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July 9th, 2002Going with my parents to eat Mexicans.
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July 9th, 2002Either this sour candy is going straight to my head, or someone is eating baby food here.
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July 9th, 2002I'm in the same spot.
I am hungry. Very hungry. And food keeps my mind off of things, which isn't good, but it's better, I guess.
But I have nothing to eat here. Which means I have to go somewhere. Which means I have to drive. And driving is a trigger. Like coffee, and rock and roll, [...]
