Sorry for slowing down these last days. I'm working on some longer pieces, plus I have a lot of family responsibilities, and besides that, I'm busy banging seven-gram rocks like Charlie Sheen. Banging those seven-gram rocks can eat up a lot of time, it turns out. Plus it gets messy when I start bleeding from the eyes and holding up 7-11s and all that sort of crazy shit. And then my wife is like, "Why don't you just blog about the stalled Middle East peace process and stop banging those seven-gram rocks like Charlie Sheen?" and I'm like, "My partying days might be over, but I know my own truth, and my own truth is that I'd rather bang seven-gram rocks like Charlie Sheen than blog about the stalled Middle East peace process." 

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