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September 18, 2003 undefeated "Where you been?" It was my ward, Geoff;Don:Rick! Jefferson, stepping from a low-riding Mercury and walking gingerly across my yard as though it were mined with exploding turds.  The ancient Merc sped away, propelled by the whomping bass of its stereo speakers.  "Colorado," I said.  "Telluride." "I ain't telling my ride shit!  That was my cousin, Sha*von%trae, driving that car and he ain't coming back for awhile.  Said he's going 'cross town to get him some pussy." I continued watering the flowerbed.  " No, Grasshopper.  Telluride is the name of a town out west.  Very beautiful.  I attended a blues festival there." "Man, what you know about the blues?" I saw where this was going and I wasn't in the mood.  I changed the subject. "Say, Jeff... your cousin there.  Wasn't he an All-State tailback a couple of years ago?  What happened?  I haven't heard a thing about him since." The boy snorted.  "Coach say it was pussy that cut him down.  He say it's ruined many a man.  Yessiree, many a man." "Is that so?" "Yep. Coach always say, 'Son, that pussy... it's undefeated.'"

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