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2003-05-28 || 10:19 a.m. || be careful what you do with that number. || this one goes out to the almighty seventeen, who just very recently fled the barnyard for the hallowed roost. i wish him nothing but the very best, and lots of laughter and love and maybe a good movie on cable every once in a while. long gone are the clandestine mixed tapes, the cryptic emails, the infrequent billiards showdowns, the hip hop and graffiti educational information sessions, and the 31 Balboa that will always have a place zig zagging through the poorly-paved and traffic-clogged streets of my heart. love you, brother. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |