It's Tuesday again.

Sorry I skipped last week. It was boring.

I got into another HUGE fight with Miguel and Mark over that goddamned surfboard--except this time it was in the middle of a busy bar on a friday night. Oops.
I guess I finally just cracked; I mean, I have to hear about that fucking thing at least four or five times a week. I guess I should feel fortunate that this was only the second actual fight we've had, the first being the night Mary left at this kid's bar in North Beach.

The point is, I took care of your surfboard. I was sick of hearing about it, and I took care of it. It's done, thank god, and nobody owes anybody anything anymore.
You're welcome.

p.s.--That's right. You're both fucking welcome. --M

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