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spent the last few days digging out a basement--smashing concrete then digging down 14" in sandy soil to make more headroom. mostly me and jesse, tho matt ford and rick pitched in for a day each, and dylan came through at the very end to make the work disappear in one last coordinated push. jed and paul helped carry the 20-foot conveyor down many steps to the sidewalk, and arne oversaw it all. like rats in a maze, we focused on the cheese, which in this case a was keg of beer leftover from andi's art opening 13 days ago. done, we traded our shovels for 16 oz red plastic cups and sat at a trio of electric typewriters. drank too much too fast and then rick, jesse, and i went out for more at Targy's, where we drained 3 pitchers and drew on dollars, each song selected on the jukebox sounding stranger than the last heard through a filter of drunkenness. we all got home somehow and i woke to the bad dream of another hangover. |