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CHAPTERSNOVEMBER
"Fuck.""I came to as I was trying to stuff the toaster into the microwave.""And I think, no I know that love is standing in the corner smoking a cigarette and having a panic attack. I mean that's a lot of pressure, poor guy.""Mallorie would fucking love if I were snorting cocaine. Her life would be infinitely more incredible if I were."November 11, 2008; hovering over frittatas
"And yet here I am again, except this time instead of corporate stalls there's a furry pink rug on the floor and ceramic figurines of Jesus in various stages of the cross."November 12, 2008; noon-thirty
"The melons were so intricately placed, the halved papaya and kiwi so carefully laid out, there was absolutely no doubt they were paying homage to the female reproductive organs.""I was once kicked out of a bar in Los Angeles for offending too many women in one night with a move my brothers like to call The Duct Tape.""The moment of truth - 10:30 on a Tuesday morning last fall - I managed to be face down on a bar in the Valley. It wasnÕt entirely accidental, and I'm still waiting to feel guilty about it. That alone is cause for concern. But that's why I'm here. To gain some perspective. "November 15, 2008; 10am