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Ah, so you're fucking with us now, eh?
Good job, brat. :p 
Ever wonder what Larry's doing? If he was able to clean up? We never know how our actions will affect others. Maybe it gave him the confidence to not think his dreams were impossible and that it was too late.
You must've been awesome telling stories around the campfire. 
Ya I definitely second that
jesus, what a story.
Wow, I was right there - taking each step. step. step down that hallway.
Good story, but now you've got me wondering: Are all of your blog entries true? Time to fess up.
I change the names of the people in my stories, tweak some minor details, and condense the timeline to make the story flow smoothly, but aside from that, yes, they're all true. The Stacey/Scooter one is absolutely the truth - if S. was reading it he'd recognize the situation, no question.
Tina, I never saw Larry again, so I don't know what happened to him.
See, I figured her dad the butcher had -erm- disposed of Scooter.
Okay, so maybe I have been watching the Sopranos too much. It's possible.
Leaping lizards, Batman: those two stories gave me more satisfaction in the way of drama, suspense, horror, and eventually, genuine heartfelt good vibes than t.v. has in quite a while. Maybe I'm just not watching the right t.v., or maybe this is proof that good (no, great -- no, *incredible*) writing can still out-perform all the television in the world.
Kudos, flea.
In retrospect I realize that if you had once found a dead body in a refrigerator, we probably would have heard about it before now.
Holy shit. Flea, did you go to UNCA? I knew some interesting people when I went there, but nothing like your neighbors. There was the pothead who passed out in the shower and flooded the whole floor of his dorm. One of my friends in the biology department was an ex-con who had gotten busted for safecracking. But none of them were as freaky as the people you knew!
Yes, I did! I had no idea you went there, too! They ought to hire their alumni people to track down escaped criminals and deadbeat dads. I have yet to keep them updated on any of my many, many moves, plus a name change when I got married, yet they seem to have no trouble finding me.
They keep finding me, too. And begging for money. One of these days I'll donate. Flea, I'm sending you an e-mail.
Oh trust me, it _was_ a good blog entry.
I still can't slow my breathing.
Excellent writing! Very suspenseful. Dang.
I hope Larry is doing okay.
I have never before known another soccer mom with the kind of friends and life experiences that I had in my early 20s. Perhaps I need to expand my friendship base more.
And as a former property manager, I guarantee the maintenance guys are *still* cursing her for that refrigerator.
Geez, and I think I have to keep a few stories from my college years to myself here in Wheaton. Although I might tell that one after a couple drinks...
flea, amazing stories. You managed to make me feel a real sense of hope on Larry's behalf (and pleased for you that you were able to play a part in such a marvelous moment for him), and reassured by my own relief at the fridge contents. I might not be beyond redemption after all.
AUUUGH! Horribly, I was sort of hoping it was Scooter in there.
The Larry story, that made my night though. Cool, cool stuff.
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