As the evening sun faded from a salmon color to a sort of flint gray, I thought back to the salmon I caught that morning, and how gray he was, and how I named him Flint.
-Deep Thought of the day by Jack Handey
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Midnight Ridazz: Alphabet Soup

Posted: June 14th, 2008 | Author: Barry | No Comments »


We started out around 600 strong, but things got a little hairy around The People’s Republic of Santa Monica. I mean that literally, the police showed up with dogs and started cracking down. We scattered and everyone met up in Venice Beach, where we had a dance party.

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