The detriments of working in the ghetto have been well documented (see feces post). But I must say, there is never a dull moment on the proverbial wrong side of the tracks. As I write this, a marching band is practicing outside my window. But not just any marching band. Apparently, these high-stepping lettermen are members of Satan's Church. And right now, they're beating their little hearts out in honor of Mr. Mephistopheles. The music isn't bad. But it does sound a little disorganized and off key, as though unsuspecting angels are being beaten to a bloody pulp. Maybe I'll stroll over there and request a satanic version of Hail to the Victors.
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The Satanic Church, really? You sure it's not Ohio St. marching band? -they wear the same colors.
btw, i'll meet you at Jungle Jim's, April 6th, 9 a.m. We'll pile into Stan's van with the dogs, and Marty can even wear his Mets gear for Opening Day.
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