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Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Eating at the west hollywood kookooroo is a kind of subtle torture. I get out of work at 7:30 pm, right at the moment the rest of west hollywood is getting out of the gym, and I am surrounded by sweaty, spandex-clad reminders of the man I will never be.

I'm sure they are so busy pulling down weights they don't have time to formulate intelligent positions about post-colonial literature or the nature of the soul, but you can't really tell about something like that when you're eating dinner at kookooroo.
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