A sad yet morbidly fascinating cautionary tale.
"I spent it all on booze, broads and fast cars. The rest I just squandered."
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"Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin to slit throats." --H.L. Mencken
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2005
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November
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- Tomorrow: Dolly Summons Shub-Niggurath, the Black ...
- Deck the Halls with Blood and Entrails
- Pray to God Jagger's Wardrobe Doesn't Malfunction
- Suck On This, DeCurtis
- Black Friday, Gray Saturday
- George, Where Did It All Go Wrong?
- Pilgrimage
- I Joaquin the Line, or: A Boy Named Leaf
- Who Cares?
- All Mixed Up
- Can't Stop the Insults
- Compositions for the Young and Old
- Reading About Exercising
- Getting My Rocks Off
- Physical Fitness and My Lack Thereof
- Superior, It's Said, Never Gives Up Her Dead
- The Balcony Is Closed
- It's Tony's Fault If I Get Fat
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