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Dec. 27th, 2002 10:06 pmThree days before Christmas, I was sitting in the golf cart with my brother, patiently waiting for the players ahead of us to finish playing through the hole.
"hey," I said, "did you know that there's a New Order boxed set out?"
"really? yet another greatest hits compilation? Don't they have, like, 3 of them now?"
"yeah, something like that. Looked pretty cool though. Saw it in Mod Lang yesterday."
"neat. Maybe swing by there after Christmas when we've got time to go to Berkeley."
"yeah, if there's any left. They said they only had one available."
"ah well, we'll see. How's your finger?"
"still sprained. fuckin' wet sand traps like hitting cement."
"surprised you're still playing."
"it's fuckin' golf, dude, how many chances do you get to play hurt at golf?"
( the obligatory post-Christmas post )
"hey," I said, "did you know that there's a New Order boxed set out?"
"really? yet another greatest hits compilation? Don't they have, like, 3 of them now?"
"yeah, something like that. Looked pretty cool though. Saw it in Mod Lang yesterday."
"neat. Maybe swing by there after Christmas when we've got time to go to Berkeley."
"yeah, if there's any left. They said they only had one available."
"ah well, we'll see. How's your finger?"
"still sprained. fuckin' wet sand traps like hitting cement."
"surprised you're still playing."
"it's fuckin' golf, dude, how many chances do you get to play hurt at golf?"
( the obligatory post-Christmas post )
