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love, history and some deja

Its Kevin Roberts vs Bill Bryson and Kevin won. Because he is the one with all the love. Bill just has history going for him. No love. So he lost. Sounds like a rap song? That’s because right now Outkast is belting out Bombs over Baghdad on my PC. I have only 35% of juice left in my batteries. It won’t be long before it dries off. I hope the main power supply is restored before that. For some strange reason I am now mentally in Dxb at the Aerosmith concert. I drove all the way down for that concert. I didn’t have to pay for the tickets as my friend paid for it. I am now walking with them from the parking lot looking at all the Harleys and people from all walks of life. Steven Tyler was a riot. So was Joe Perry. So was the belly dancer who pirouetted with Steve for the ending song. I saw many familiar faces there. Only one recognized me. For the others I was a seen-somewhere-before face.

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