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January 7, 2003

Scrumptious personified every woman that was beyond my grasp in college. The woman that wore that little black dress (a perfect size 4) like it was painted on. The Fraternity Row Camp Follower. She represented the pinnacle of my desire in life.

In this new "half life" this un-death, she was a distinct disappointment. Beginning with my "transformation." The promise of erotic pleasure gave way to the reality of virtual cannibalism. She drained me until I was near death and then opened her own vein. I had little choice and less time.

She tasted like something old, like warm seawater.