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Month: August 2004

Jack’s Dilemma

Posted on August 29, 2004February 28, 2022 by KZ

Kevin: the problem with studying to music is sometimes you pay more attention to one as opposed to the other Jack: Yeah, that’s the problem I have when I’m having sex with two girls.

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Oh Hell No

Posted on August 25, 2004February 25, 2022 by KZ

The response letter from Richard: Kevin, Calm down dude (or woman cuz you sound like one, or you must be gay, not that there is anything wrong with that! [Seinfeld reference if you caught that joke]). The email was all a joke (hooray for me!!!). My bad for forgetting to finish my email with a…

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“Only in San Francisco” Moments

Posted on August 21, 2004February 28, 2022 by KZ

Priceless experiences outside the classroom. People actually stopping me to ask for directions when I’m obviously lost at all times. Get a clue, people. I might as well have “tourist” or “mug me” tattooed on my face. Witnessing a man in a collared shirt and tie taking a leak while he stood on a high-traffic…

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My Life As a Hermit

Posted on August 11, 2004February 28, 2022 by KZ

Law school will change my life. I don’t mean that in some spiritual or metaphysical sense. I mean, it will effectively change the way I live my life. Up until this point, I’ve been a lazy bum. Since I finished undergrad in June 2003, I’ve been bumming around and working part time at a retail-clothing…

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Oh Crap

Posted on August 11, 2004February 28, 2022 by KZ

KZ a lawyer? Nah, he doesn’t have the disposition for it. He’s not aggressive enough. He’s even kind of a slacker, if you really want to hear the truth. Well guess what, suckers? It’s true. Law school starts on Wednesday, August 11th for me. And you know what? I’m terrified. I hardly knew at the…

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As the Americans were waiting to move on, an altercation broke out in their rear-most rank. An American had muttered something which a guard did not like. The guard knew English, and he hauled the American out of ranks, knocked him down. The American was astonished. He stood up shakily, spitting blood. He'd had two teeth knocked out. He had meant no harm by what he'd said, evidently, had no idea that the guard would hear and understand. "Why me?" he asked the guard. The guard shoved him back into ranks. "Vy you? Vy anybody?" he said.~Kurt VonnegutSource: Slaughterhouse-Five
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