Sadly, he was unaccounted for. Las Vegas took priority, apparently. But we salute him, nonetheless.
This picture is from my alma mater's recent homecoming football game. It was also our 5-year reunion. Miraculously, our team emerged victorious, and for a few moments, a lot of people who don't care at all about the success of the football team found themselves cheering ecstatically. I was among them, and I make no apologies. And my pants and shirt are ruined thanks to Crazy Carl the Cokehead. That was a non-sequitir. Don't try to make a connection. There isn't one. Next time I am stateside I want Crazy Carl the Cokehead to take me shopping. And he will not be allowed to drink while driving the cart.
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We love you Tony, oh yes we do.
- from Joel and Allie's apartment in Cambridge. Lucas and Kim are on the sofa. I am drinking hot chocolate and goldschlagger. We love you and miss you and we wish you were here and stuff.
muchos gracias muchachos.
ps igualmente.
What, do I have to speak Spanish now?
So what, exactly, gets Coke out of khaki? I found myself flashing back to a night in Nippon as I rinsed out your pants in the sink in Simpson before showering with a slight headache and a gritty tasty in my mouth.
At least your pants won't take a month to dry.
It was *fantastic* to see you at Homecoming, Tony. Fantastic. I'm glad you're doing well, and yes, when it's the proper time, I'll be the one to throw your bachelor party for you.
Bill
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