13: +12, i walk in announcing that i shit my pants at work, something which I over-emphasized with my co-closers as well, take mel out to 99th for that sweet stuff, no ditching this time, nice talk, no ditch, i come out: r, hispanicy reg joe & r’s bro right out of winger sittin around table, talking with a touch of overanimation, each with a pipe held/stuck the same way loosely in his right fist…and a book between the two non-residents: serenity: a guide to the 12-step program. funniest (and truest, in case you initially see irony, see that too)thing i ever done witnessed, bro reports on missile launched in n.m. at an imaginary target, i say i can hit an imaginary target, that don’t take no zischillion dollar military, brobro says “dick cheney’s looking at a photo of his family” and looks up with the laugh expectation face, i pause, give it time, a fighting chance, and then ask him to run it by me again, he says “does anybody like dick cheney? i hate dick cheney”. thasit. tash “hey, guy!” white style, feel bad for pup, poor kid, wet, no surprise, love ‘em but don’t act like it