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Alexander the Grrrrrrrreat

Lesson Learned: never watch a gory movie after doing a stint in the hospital for injuries.

The ones that don't die. They're the ones to feel sorry for after an arrow or a knife or a Roman short sword or a Macedonian longsword finds purchase.

Lesson Number 2: a 15-mph Vespa sliding on a wet MUNI rail isn't even close to any of that.

Lesson Number 3: lessons learned through Vicodin-laced thoughts during an Oliver Stone movie watched at 2am should probably be ignored.

Then again, I did get to see Colin Farrell's junk.

Lesson Number 4: some things cut straight through vicodin hazes, Oliver Stone and late night wonkiness. Yowza.

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That of course depends on what the said Oliver Stone film happens to be. Natural Born Killers, I would have to agree with you. Would not make for effective sleep induction!

Hope you are feeling better Jeff. Take it easy on the recovery, and this time when I come out maybe it will be sans personal accidents, family crisis, rain storms, delayed planes, etc, etc.

Cheers sexy,

Steve

I'm certain that Colin Farrell's junk would cut straight through any drug-induced haze. If I'm ever in a coma, send for him to flash his genitals at me, and I might just come to at that very moment.

A belated glad hearing/reading yer outta the hospital and on the mend!

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