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Matthew 3:7-10

But when he saw many of the Pharisees and Sadducees coming to where he was baptizing, he said to them: "You brood of vipers! Who warned you to flee from the coming wrath?

Produce fruit in keeping with repentance.

And do not think you can say to yourselves, 'We have Abraham as our father.' I tell you that out of these stones God can raise up children for Abraham.

The ax is already at the root of the trees, and every tree that does not produce good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire.

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There was only one civilian casualty during the three-day Battle of Gettysburg

25 November, 2005

Tales From NYC: Went To Hell's Kitchen, Going To Hell (Part 1)

I arrived on Saturday. 11:00pm. 527 West 46th Street. Between 10th and 11th. Apartment 11. Hell's Kitchen, Manhattan, New York, New York, United States of America.

I was greeted by the incomparable Adam Shatarsky (actor, friend, wanker, soon-to-be SAG member), his sister-in-law's friend, Devon (19, hairdresser, model, paris hilton meets jessica simpson), and his roomie, Matt (actor and fellow circle in square).

We four decided to hit the town, stopping first at a local watering hole just down the street from the old apartment (aka, Fustercluck), and each consuming some lovely barley beverages.

Note: Fat Angel - odd name, great beer.

After having far too much of a good time, and with the evening progressing on as it is wont to do when such merriment is pursued, the roomie and the hairdresser decided to retire, as they both had early wake up calls in mind, an affliction with which, thankfully, Mr. Shatarsky and I were not stricken.

And so, we allowed the large, burly man to see himself home, and Adam and I escorted Miss Devon back to her Hotel.

In all actuality, Adam was escorting the lady... and I was merely tagging along to be sure he didn't get himself into too much trouble, as he is terribly wont to do.

And so... we, the remaining duo, having successfully escorted the model back to her room where the very pregnant sister-in-law waited, began to make our way to the lovely Kevin St. James bar on 8th Avenue.

Perchance 'twas chance. Chances are it was. For as much as it seemed unknown and unpredictable, it also felt controlled by an exterior force. But whatever it was that caused us to gravitate to this particular location... and whatever it was that saw fit that we meet a certain two individuals... it cannot be denied that a chance was provided... and it was jumped at.

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ON THE NICKEL
by Tom Waits

("I'd like to do a new song here. This is eh, it's about downtown Los Angeles on 5th Street. And eh all the winos affectionately refer to it as The Nickel. So this is kind of a hobo's lullaby.")

sticks and stones will break my bones,
but i always will be true, and when
your mama is dead and gone,
i'll sing this lullabye just for you,
and what becomes of all the little boys,
who never comb their hair,
well they're lined up all around the block,
on the nickel over there.

so you better bring a bucket,
there is a hole in the pail,
and if you don't get my letter,
then you'll know that i'm in jail,
and what becomes of all the little boys,
who never say their prayers,
well they're sleepin' like a baby,
on the nickel over there.

and if you chew tobacco, and wish upon a star,
well you'll find out where the scarecrows sit,
just like punchlines between the cars,
and i know a place where a royal flush,
can never beat a pair, and even thomas jefferson,
is on the nickel over there.

so ring around the rosie, you're sleepin' in the rain,
and you're always late for supper,
and man you let me down again,
i thought i heard a mockingbird, roosevelt knows where,
you can skip the light, with grady tuck,
on the nickel over there.

so what becomes of all the little boys,
who run away from home,
well the world just keeps gettin' bigger,
once you get out on your own,
so here's to all the little boys,
the sandman takes you where,
you'll be sleepin' with a pillowman,
on the nickel over there.

so let's climb up through that button hole,
and we'll fall right up the stairs,
and i'll show you where the short dogs grow,
on the nickel over there.