| a day in the life: brian lucido |
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| inst. 1: the tummy of the rising sun | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| inst. 2: yes, i am somebody else | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| inst. 3: full moon frenzy | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| wednesday, february 16, 2003 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| after playing frisbee for three hours or so, i went swimming at the hotel with the family jorgensen. afterwards they took me out to eat at subway. tasty. | you know how some people are werewolves? well, some people are not so lucky. they are wereweird-things. i was one when i was a kid, but i grew out of it or something. i still go to the support group though because its addicting. i dress up now for meetings every full moon. this is me leading the conga line during our annual dance groove pot luck extravaganza wednesday night. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| inst. 4: chapter 3, verses 7-16 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| wednesday, february 22, 2003 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| we had just walked out of the building behind jon (j.c.) staron, who looks like jesus, and jason saienga. a voice from above (intercom) suddenly said 18 loudly. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| after frisbee practice, 12 of us went to hickory park to eat. mike had a shake and a root beer +2 refills. i had strawberry lemonade +1. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| jon was all, "OH, JESUS!" it was very funny. and the peasants rejoiced. here ends the reading. you may be seated. |
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