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I can always count on my friend KS to be a good source of reality. Long thought of as a misanthrope, and rightly so, he never seemed to be totally on the same thought plane as me, but now I'm not no sure.

I was out one fine evening when it dawned on me that I can't make small talk for shit. If it's not that important, I prefer that people keep their fuckin pieholes shut.

Well, on said evening I was forced to make some small talk and do you know where it got me. A long walk home on a sub-zero night while two people DROVE home in their cars right past me. I must admit that I wasn't alone. Good ol' JM was there to share my misery.

Basically, it came down to my inability to talk about "The OC," the mall, anything to do with a fraternity/sorority, or Paris Hilton.

On a brighter note, golf season will soon start. So the two brain dead shoeboxes of meat can kiss my ass.

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