Correspondence: March, 2000

March 3, 2000

… I’m looking forward to the exercise from the Frisbee. I want my chest to stick out farther than my stomach like it did when I was in my twenties.
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Hey, I’m old! But for a little short guy, I can JUMP!
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Actually, I spent quite a bit of time growing up on my aunt’s and uncle’s farm in Tennessee. I was the one that the girls beat up.
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Never! (Although I did break a kid’s nose once)
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He crossed me, man, so I clocked him in the nose with a rock. He was a couple of years older than me, but he deserved it.

I found out later from his little brother that after the incident he was found getting a .22 out of the garage to come and get me. I defended myself well the first time, but I might not have done as well if the kid was packing heat.


March 9, 2000

I’m about to have lunch with my significant mother to celebrate my 25th birthday. I always celebrate that one because it was good.
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That would be keen. It would be good to have some pictures of me on show site to remind my superiors to let me go again. I need to get out there in the real world more; I get that trapped feeling in my little office. So the next time y’all have a meeting, be sure to ask for me by name — accept no substitutes.
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The good thing about being a CREATIVE Coordinator is that when you DO goof off you can always claim that you were “ideating.” That gets you points for being creative and extra points for using a buzz-word.

It’s almost time to slip out early and go to Grady’s. I made Pete the bartender card me last night so he would notice my date of birth and give me free drinks tonight. I hope it worked.
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Otherwise, all is well here in Atlanta. ... Give my best to everyone down there I know. Ciao! (Or, if you’re from the South, “Cow!”)