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    • CommentAuthorDon Kelly
    • CommentTimeMar 4th 2008
    Sitting on plush, leathery comfort. Silent, my headphones on, I record another witness in a minor corporate battlefront.

    I want a cigarette. In lieu of that I desire to fight. I want to ask the questions. I need to be heard!!! But that ain't the gig. I am a camera here.

    My pants do a disservice to my fine shirt and tie. The colors were a greater match through sleepy eyes. Now this mustardy hue annoys me. I need gray! Where's my fucking gray!?!


    Couldn't sleep. Put on Gangs of New York. That probably led to this fashion blunder. Lots of colors in that flick. Probably fucked up my retina a bit.

    If this thing goes on past lunch I'll have to visit Macy's. Really, it's that bad.