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January 5, 2010

"Always nice to write without a purpose in mind. "


"You could count on Jack for that last one,
since he went through a pack of Marlboros every two hours. What's that? Oh, Jack's in California now, retired, pool, couple of dogs. Still a Marlboro Man. Couldn't get him to quit if they'd put a firecracker in every filter and they blew a hole in his lips when he got to the end. He tried to quit now and then, but we knew how that ended. He'd get up, walk over to the machine, put in two quarters, a dime, a nickel, and cank-chank. Jack was one of those guys who spanked the pack on the back of his hand after he bought it, too. The sight of him rapping his hand with a fresh pack, a look of complete resignation on his face, tells you all you need to know about Jack." -- from Lileks who, even though he's taken the no-rant pledge, still manages....

Posted by Vanderleun at January 5, 2010 9:06 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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IIRC, the guy in the picture had a sad story in the aftermath of the invasion. I just don't remember what it was.

Posted by: Fat Man at January 5, 2010 9:11 PM

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