From:   lucky@lastcallpoker.com
Subject: Eighth Wonder of the Ancient World
Date: October 15, 2005 12:40:07 PM PDT
To:   brian@netninja.com


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From:  Lucy Brown 
Sent: Friday, October 14, 2005
To: Devon Brown
Subject:  Eighth Wonder of the Ancient World

Dev,

I'm staying with a friend, a guy-nothing romantic.  William's a sweetie but also a trainwreck.  The kind of guy girls bitch to about their awful boyfriends.  Not that I have one of those, either.  Just think of me as yr sister the nun.
He lives in this very expensive loft that's supposed to look like it was transplanted from New York or something.  It's honking huge.  It's got a doorman.  Stan Corbet.  An ancient guy they must have dragged out of the La Brea Tar Pits.  He can never remember that I live here.  He says I'm 'not on the list.'  Then William has to call down and say that I am staying with him and it's okay, except William doesn't spend a lot of time sober, as such, and it takes a while for him to get to the door, you know?  
But today William finally remembered to email the co-op board or Homeowner's Association or Bureau of Foreign Affairs or whatever, and this morning Stan informed me that I am On The List.  He seemed disappointed.

A lot of things in the last week have brought it to my attention that I may not come across to people the way I think I do.  First there was the Night in Jail where I was taken for a working girl.  Then there was the Eighth Wonder of the Ancient World.  And on Thursday, I picked up this woman out at the airport Hilton, and she was kind of pretty but, you know, hard.  Lines around the mouth like the edge of a playing card, straight and sharp.  I had her for the morning, stopping and waiting while she visited clients.  After awhile I started looking in the rearview mirror, looking at my own face.  
I kept thinking of this woman I, uh, Met in a Bar.  We kind of got into an altercation.  Not my fault (for once.)  She's part of the reason I'm staying at William's.  Anyway, I find myself wondering how she ended up the way she is.  And how the woman I was driving around ended up with a face you could bounce bullets off.  
I guess it will all keep me working my program.  Keep me on the straight and narrow.  And I still haven't picked up a deck of cards.

yr sister the one day at a time girl

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