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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

27 November, 2005

Tales from NYC: Went To Hell's Kitchen, Going To Hell (Part 2)

I stared up at the massive, dark skyline. Adam finished his cigarette and flicked it out across the busy Avenue. We turned to head inside. The large doorman stood with arms folded across his chest while we presented him our ID's. He wore a scowl which made you think you'd already done something terribly wrong.

The scowl melted into a warming smile, as his voice boomed, "How are we, Gentlemen? Welcome."

He ushered us inside, and we began snaking our way through the dangerously crowded idiots' breeding ground.

We took up a position within comfortable ordering distance from the bar and tolerable viewing distance from the large screen televisions at the far end of the bar beaming forth the USC game (Cal, not Cocks), and ordered a round of drinks.

After enjoying the game and our beers for several minutes, and after a trip to the luxurious bathroom each, we took note of two females beginning to draw a rather, how you say, dull crowd.

As they were standing and sitting directly next to us, or rather, to be more specific, directly next to Adam, we enjoyed our front row seats to the mating dance. Whatever price we paid for this show, which I believe was the price of two beers ($10 plus tip), was well worth it, as there was no shortage of cliches, horrible "dancing," and the unbuttoning of one's shirt in an effort to heighten the throw of one's machismo.

Finally, my partner in perversion could no longer contain himself and let out an unstoppable laugh. The female directly beside him, named Christy, as we would soon find out, took notice of his overt delight in the spectacle, and pulled him to the side, asking, "Are you with these guys?"

To which Adam replied, "No. I don't even know them."

Now, let me tell you a little something about Adam Shatarsky. He is one of the most brilliant actors I know. But the man does not think before he speaks. I do not say this to be mean, but merely to point out a fact. He, himself, will admit to this fault, if one could even call it that in today's society.

But I tell you all of that so you will understand, at least to the degree that he and I understood after discussing this occasion at great length after the fact, that when he said "No. I don't even know them," he did so in a perfect lower-class, East End British dialect.

"Oh my," Christy replied, "Where are you from?"
"From London."

A few days later Adam confided in me, "Right then she should have known I was full of it. Nobody's from London."

"Wow. What are you doing here?" She queried.
"Shootin' a film that my mate wrote," he replied gesturing to me, who at the time was completely unaware of these happenings due to the noise level inside the bar.
"Oh. Where's he from?"
"He's from London, too."

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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.