After yet another late night at the pub, I meandered home through the first snow of the season. Upon reaching the doorway I felt the call of nature and had the idea of writing my name in the snow. Waking in the morning I went outside to take in the morning air while enjoying a cup of Irish coffee. Having glanced down, I saw my name in the snow and thought; Hey, that's not my hand writing?
2007-11-20
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