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January 27, 2002
Riding home with fast food in the car. It’s from one of those places where they must spike the food. I’m always craving it, but only minutes after finishing the “meal”, I’m completely sick to my stomach. But the story isn’t about that.

It’s about a teenage cheerleader who noticed me.

It must have been my unwashed car, or something else putrid that caught her eye. With windows rolled down she told me that I was that same guy from a mile back and 15 stop lights. I slowly replied, in my best Jack Nicholson impression: “I’ve been following you”