2005
NO MONKEY BUSINESS
And the journey is at an end, as I once again shaved the locks in favor of corporate society. But no,
that's not it at all, my legions of nappy-headed readers. Please note that robotic-looking thing on my
left leg. It's called an "external fixator," and it's pinned into me in six places because I drove
my 2001 Toyota Familywagon sideways into yon telephone pole back in August of 2004. And now, almost six months
later, I stand, becrutched and smirking, in front of my fourth Camaro with hair short enough to be able
to wash underneath a bathtub faucet (showers rust fixators, you see).
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