Thursday, June 19, 2003
Found out yesterday that during the long dark night of the pastis and pole-balancing, ("Man, you've got to take this pole with you when you move out." "I know.") Joe and I had decided to buy a monkey and call it Steve. (Presumably to have as a butler. Actually, maybe it was a guard-monkey. I don't recall.) Joe looked into it. It's not practicable.
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