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Nov.20.2009
"I prefer the voices in my head to the voices outside" Said my friend. "The voices in my head know when it is time to be quiet." Before he continued before I called over the bored waitress and asked her to get a beer for my friend. My friend has seen quite a lot in his life...
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Oct.25.2009
WHO IS MARIO?
Outside of the customs cubicle, inside the front sliding doors to the Leon Airport in Mexico, my driver held an overhead cardboard sign with my last name hand printed on it: CAMPBELL.
I followed him outside where he placed my two travel bags in the trunk of the white Lexus. While...
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Sep.17.2009
I was going to write, as is quite often the case, the best blog ever. But something changed that, because this blog I could not make up. This blog I couldn’t think of on my own. In fact this blog that you are reading now has to do something with an actual event that some of you may have saw on TV....
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Sep.16.2009
I walked down the street. The air felt colder. Cold is the wrong word, it was more of a lack of warmth. There is a big difference. I walked past a television and saw one man on a television. His face was crinkled in anger. He was saying something quite vitriolic about Richard. I could tell because...
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Sep.11.2009
He oozed with geniusosity. His power point presentation was slick and incorporated many easy to remember phrases. It was laden with images of American flags and various scenes of America that reassured me that if he was in charge all would be well. The obvious corollary to that statement is that if...
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Sep.04.2009
When someone offered me a trip to Asphodels Meadows I thought “Cool”. As self-proclaimed spokesman of Generation X I haven’t been getting nearly enough free stuff. Okay I haven’t got any freebies. This distinct lack of being showered with unearned riches was making me realize why no one had...
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Sep.01.2009
LAS VEGAS: LOVE AND HATE
Las Vegas used to be easy to hate. When I passed through a few times in college, I sensed what the place was exactly: cheap eats at bland buffets, Midwesterners blowing too much money in smoky casinos, and drunks everywhere. Elegant meant funky Egyptianesque costumes on...
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Mar.29.2009
It became obvious to me that this strange neurological disorder that had scrambled my brain yesterday is continuing to takes its toll. The man next to me was talking quite loudly on his phone. From the loud laughter it sounded like he was enjoying the conversation with whomever he was talking to...
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Mar.28.2009
My friend looked at me wide eyed. The straw that he had been drinking a fizzy pop from moments ago was still dangling in his mouth. I could see what I had just told him go through each level of his brain. There was bewilderment written all over his face. Of all the things he expected to hear this...
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Mar.25.2009
“I am not saying you are a bad guy” my friend said “I am just saying you are uniquely unqualified to be the spokesperson for a whole entire generation.” That declaration hurt. I had put a lot of thought about being spokesperson for my generation while I was eating breakfast. I pointed out that the...
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