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[Sep. 5th, 2009|02:41 am] |
I was bored, so I went out and made a new friend. I don't know how long we'll be acquainted, but friends - even the transient ones - do make life so much more colorful. |
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[Sep. 5th, 2009|01:34 pm] |
Something about life here
is a little like being
a ghost, or a cockroach: you
can go wherever you like without a
passport or papers of any
kind, and nobody arrests you,
though sometimes you end up in a
gutter or garbage can.
I was a ghost for
a little while, once, after
one of my bodies died. It
was rather unnerving. Anyway,
I have gone back to my old ways, writing
for my bread, literally.
France didn't care for me much but Dublin
has me doing well enough. I tried to
sell my column called A Bug's Life but
some bloke named Iger
tried to sue me -
copyright infringement or
unlicensed use of trademarked... something.
I am trying to think of a new name... |
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