Anyway, Samori was in B'more with my folks (he'd recently advanced past the stage of saying "no" to any question you asked him). I had just lost, like, 40 pounds of baby-weight and was feeling Romeoesque. They were serving red wine at the concession stand. A buddy of mine was there with a disaster of a girl. I wrote a shitty review for the Voice. Heh, to be young again. Good times.
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