A good day back home.

Slept way in, not giving a fuck about much else.

Had a long talk with Gary about lots of issues. Almost choked the life out of him at point during our discourse.

Did some work, reluctantly.

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Went out for a burger with dad, then to see “Flags of our Fathers.” Not bad. Not all that good. Fuck Ryan Phillipe. Not my idea of a war hero, or, a ’40s era “regular fella goin’ off to fight” kind of thing. Too good lookin’, too Hollywood. Horseshit.

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Rounded the night out fighting it out with Baker on the final, remaining, end-of-the-earth pages for the December issue of Snowboard. Pretty glad that sumbitch is off and running.