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Posted on 2005.12.29 at 15:39
"I swam with my head above the water. 'Daniel, what do you want to be when you grow up?'
'Nothing,' he said. 'Or, in other words, a dealer. I like the people. I like the free time. Why, what do you want to be?'
I told him, 'Dead.'
'Right,' Daniel said."