the conscientious object

not me. painful . but i did get a decent start on crocheting a [it's a secret] for my [not telling]. it was either that or relapse; not unexpectedly, an old friend who's spent the last few years in korea brought and consumed a somewhat absurd quantity of shoddy soviet cigarettes (he returned to the states via moscow, which has apparently been taken over by neon and pr0n).

NEVER WAVERED. uh-huh.

posed crypt: it occurs to me that he might object to the characterization 'old', and i do sympathize. however. spirit, not letter, old chap.