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There’s nothing like the adrenaline that comes with that sense that you’re both hunter and hunted.
Second to this is the sensation of being shot near point-blank range by some idiot who refuses to give you a chance to surrender.
This week has been a tough first week for classes.
Finding my sea-legs in the world of teaching is a tough order, given that I hadn’t done it (or remembered much of it) in three years.
Cigars on the beach
"I'd just figured it wouldn't be something you would go to...the invite would be pointless..."
That was what the message read.
A house party raged across town last night, and it was decided that I wouldn't ... [Continue reading this entry] 
