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I'm home. There is a person hammering upstairs--and that's not a euphemism. It's midnight and someone is hammering nails into something. I'm starting to think that they're building a boat up there. They were probably testing it for seaworthiness on that night that the water was pouring into my kitchen from above.

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Now the cow upstairs is running a goddamned weed-whacker. That's what it sounds like, anyway. Actually, I first thought it was the guy from next door growling. God, I love these people. You know what I bet it is? I bet it's some kind of power sander. You have to sand a boat before you paint it, right? Incredible incredible incredible. People got no home trainin', I swear to dog.

I need two more quarters to be able to do a load of laundry. Somebody throw me some cents. Or sense.

I wonder where I'll stay tomorrow night. I dunno if I'll make it to Chattanooga or not. Probably not. I'll probably get to somewhere in northeast Tennessee and stop. I can't wait to get to a Waffle House. I hope I get mistaken for Alice Cooper like I did last year.

I don't feel like going to bed and I don't feel like packing. So I'm sitting here looking through pictures.

Look at how freaking blue and clear the sky was at Columbia in the summer of '01. I don't know what NYC summers are usually like because I've only spent one there, but DAMN, that was a beautiful summer.



Damn, and look at this one taken August 11, 2001. I always notice the Woolworth Building in WTC photos. See it right between the towers? Wow, a month to the day. I'll never forget saying to my mom as we looked at the towers from the boat, "Can you imagine what would have happened if those things had come down?"

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Gah, I had the hiccups for a minute. I used to get the hiccups quite often when I'd be all drunk. I was like Otis or something. I'd get on the telephone, drunk as shit, and call up people at random and ask them how to get rid of the hiccups. People would actually tell me their remedies! The trouble was that they were all the same--sipping water and eating sugar. That gets old after a while, so I inevitably ended up going off on someone. "Listen, goddammit, I'*hic*ve called eight*hic*teen fucking people tonight *hic* trying to find a cure for the hic*hic*cups, and you're telling *hic* me to sip some water? That's *hic* weak, buddy, weak."

But a couple of years ago I found a web page with a hiccups cure that ACTUALLY WORKS! The original page is no more, but I found it archived. Anyway, here it is. It's worked every time I've tried it. And you can do it by yourself--ignore that "tell the other person" stuff.

( hiccups cure, no joke )

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Southward I go. Peace out, homies.