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Tuesday, May 16, 2006

6 O'clock In The Morning You Ain't Home



George, George, George... Why must you keep "spinning the wheel" of self destruction?

Once again, this brilliant, accomplished and gifted artist has been found passed out in his car. When someone tapped on his window to wake him up he took off and hit another pole, just like a few weeks ago.

This picture is hideous. He really looks fucked up. I wish I wasn't writing about this for like the third time in two months.

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