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Juan realized he must be doing his midlife crisis wrong when he found himself utterly uninterested in cute young women, fast sports cars and drinking to excess.
I just learned the hard way that betting "dollars to donuts" is not the deal it once was for the donut-loser.
Some people call it a "standing desk" but Juan, after checking to see his curtains were securely closed, liked to crank up the tunes and call it his "dancing desk."
"Twenty-five minutes later Mouse and I were driving off in his brand-new 1967 El Dorado. It was pink, as many of Mouse’s cars were."
If it was anyone else outside my front door at 6:30 in the morning I would've been alarmed.
I'm sure I'm not supposed to view the prospect of going to the bar with friends with the exact same amount of enthusiasm I have for that upcoming CT scan I have scheduled.
I read Walter Mosley and wish I were a capable black man fighting injustice with strong fists and deep intelligence.
Admittedly, I haven't the slightest idea what their religion is comprised of, but as I drive through the immaculately groomed and litterless streets of their capitol, I wonder and I want to see what's behind the soundstage.
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