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When Melynda and I went down to Metro, we walked into a crime scene. From what little we pieced together, there was some sort of fight between drag rats, and a possible robbery attempt on an elderly couple. Someone was stabbed, and I think the older man was having a heart attack. This all happened around 7pm. I can not find any news about it, as usual. Crime in this city is vastly under-remarked upon.

mash

You live in a Apartment.
You're married to Brit Jones.
You drive a horse.
Your car is the color black.
You live in the state Czech Republic.
Your honeymoon is Moscow.
Your occupation is a writer.
You have this many kids: 1 (1 male; 0 female).

You live in a Mansion.
You're married to Legolas Greenleaf.
You drive a Jaguar.
Your car is the color black.
You live in the state Czech Republic.
Your honeymoon is Prague.
Your occupation is a archer.
You have this many kids: 3 (0 male; 3 female).

Best wishes, I hope your results were satisfactory

In the last couple of months of high school, I played mash to keep myself together. Repetitive, controlled motion. Excessively complicated lists of possibilities. I had nothing else to do in the time when a normal person would have been making friends or paying attention to the lessons. Instead I listed places, cars, rock stars and book characters. When I ran out of simple choices, I started creating convoluted lists. Flowers, fabrics, rings, the first book I would write, the names of pets and children, all sorts of strange things. I might even still have some of those notebook pages. They survived the fire.

Charly is fixing my brakes today, and I'm sitting at home eating an entire tin of almonds. The sun shines and the wind blows.