by Justine So Saturday night I posted a personal post – it was up for 7 whole hours. It was old local Greenpoint stuff. I ran into a girl on my home Saturday night that I fought with last in 1992. She remembered me and I remembered her. Both of us drunk, a few words exchanged and I punched her in the face.
Not that I owe anyone an explanation, but things are done a little differently…
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I’m a lover not a fighter but it seems the other blogger has forgotten her little 3am rant on myspace where she spoke about you, your family, judged you and never apologized.
and yes all the documentation is more than a tad disturbing.
who knew?
i’ve read both blogs off and on… yours more often. and i enjoy the grit in your writing. just seems like you wear your heart on your sleeve and that’s way more cool than making fun of someone just because there’s nothing else to write about. most of your readers would prob agree. cheers.