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06 February 2006 @ 11:36 am
Had to go down to the courthouse this morning to get a copy of my accident report so that I'll be prepared for my actual court date on wednesday. That building is the collected cesspool of all the filth in Memphis. It was comical in a tragic way but also deeply troubling in the way that makes you want to come home and shower with lysol. But to verify my title: as I was leaving a scruffy scungy man in a ripped but still exceedingly fluffy fur coat was bickering with the security guards over his key chains which looked like they could lynch a person. A mental image I will carry with me forever, no doubt.
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