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November 9, 2001 hassle in el paso After learning from my wife that I was no longer the object of her affection and that, all things being equal, she preferred not being married to me, I hastily packed up my shit and moved to the Alhambra.  Now that the dust has settled, I am finding in drawers and boxes things I had forgotten about. Like those small refrigerator magnets that have printed on them nouns, verbs, adjectives, adverbs, prepositions, and conjunctions.  Capping off another exciting evening as a middle-aged single loner, I proved a long-held theory of mine that one could hurl the magnets at a refrigerator and those that stuck would produce lyrics far superior to any penned by either Steve Miller or The Little River Band.

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