If my life got any more perfect I should have to die. Being as I
love life, I must ask that it not get any better. Women? Like an
obsessive picking at the scab I answer. I have. An ace. In the
hole. Maybe two. Or three. Depends on what you mean. But the
point is that I can go drinking, I can be in a different city every
weekend, I can go to all my friends' weedings, even my best. I can
and I do.
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