I happened to
Neff and a friend collected the fallen and forgotten firs around the neighborhood, and hung them in all their dry and dying glory under the BQE. There they swing and sway as the wind blows, and cars pass overhead.Thank god - I thought the fuckers had hung themselves over the Jets choking their season away. Well, or had conspired to assassinate the President, which, I must say, is obviously more noble than rooting for
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