The thirteen year old boy has become a thirty-two year old man, but he's no less giddy than the adolescent he was in October 1987.
Back to the playoffs again at last.
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About Me
- The Whining Stranger
- I am a bookish, neurotic type. Clinically anxious, musically inclined. I love jazz and sport and scotch and modern art and satellite radio and the people close to me (more than those other things). I have multiple versions of the same shirt and would sell my soul (well, figuratively) for a Karman Ghia. Sushi, a hoppy IPA, and an old Woody Allen movie in the DVD player or Thelonious Monk on the stereo and I'm in my happy place.
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