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A Drink A Day Keeps The Shrink Away.

I Thought Of The Wilderness We Had Left Behind Us, Open To Sea And Sky, Joyous In Its Plenitude And Simplicity, Perfect Yet Vulnerable, Unaware Of What Is Coming, Defended By Nothing, Guarded By No One.

So I Lived Alone. The First Thing I Did Was Take Off My Pants. Naturally.

Beware Of The Man Who Has No Enemies.

Of Course I Litter The Public Highway. Every Chance I Get. After All, It's Not The Beer Cans That Are Ugly; It's The Highway That Is Ugly.