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Last night I attended my first THEM meeting in about three months.

A lot more chaotic, but more fun despite (not because of) it. Two new people showed up, both women, so there were actually more women than men.

We ate at Little Szechuan and, like, 15 people showed up to that. Four or five more than showed up to the meeting.

Not much of remark, though.

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I would like to propose that observations that someone must have been on drugs when they came up with something, should be declared officially hackneyed.

There is so much weird shit out there now, that all the drugs in the world couldn't account for it.

And there he was... gone!

drunk guy is gone!

they lox0red his aß out of his apartment.

He left a lot of shit back there, apparently. Hope he got the important stuff out, 'cause he can't get it now!

And when I got back to my place, his next-door neighbor was ascending the staircase they once shared, and she said "They finally locked him out! It must have been freaky for you, living downstairs and all..."

"I have stories. I imagine you do too."

I got her name, learned what she was growing on that balcony of hers, and we parted ways, and I had a weekend to plan...