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. . . work being in no rush I drove . . . Across the Abbosford(?) with Moogie . . . just seeing what’s there. Then again . . . some sort of rough times, the male “rude awakening” you’d say much like me, sometimes wonder if he sees the pattern. They are going to put him in jail. I wonder often if I have the patience to bear with Moogie, . . . it is getting so nobody can even care anymore, he thinks you . . . but he don’t laugh much anymore.
[Author’s note 2025: a lot of alas this could’ve been a good post, cut because this was about the time Moogie lost his driver’s license. As usual it wasn’t a single incident, but an accumulation of points that they finally revoked him.]
Remember this dude?
