Spitball Army

1976 NYC school trip. One goes Broadway to see Pacific Overtures. The chaperones crash. The rest get drunk and watch hotel porn.

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Card is titled: “Antoine’s Restaurent, 713 St. Louis St., New Orleans.”

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Approximate playing time: 80 minutes.

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Dr. Anderson took the other 4 stitches out this morning. He thought it was looking good and he told me I didn’t have to carry it in the sling any longer.

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Her client’s thinning scalp reveals an asymetric brown spot. He thanks her lavishly for the alert; she considers it job insurance.

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I step into the early dawn, waving my arms furiously to escape the invisible webs sewn overnight, wiping my face, shaking my head.

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I just woke up about a half hour ago when they wheeled a piano in the ward. A girl is now playing and it’s her music that has put me in this mood.

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The garden is stagnant in drought, but one herb grows like a weed. The neighbors call it “Basil,” as if it is a Holmesian mystery.

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Card is titled: “U.S. Highway 71, The Prize Drive of the Ozarks, near Noel, Mo. (Photo by Blake Studio, Carthage, Mo.)”

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Approximate playing time: 72 minutes.

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