[ Friday, December 06, 2002 ]
so... it finally happened. They killed the gnome. What a fucking drag that is. Y'know, I guess deep down I knew he'd be gone someday, but ... well, I wish I at least had a picture of that crazy bastard, toasting the folks sleeping rough by woodwards with his glass, and his drunk crazy smile. That gnome was one of the best things on Hastings. That and the fact that you can buy pretty much any drugs you want on the street. oh, yeah, that's great. Maybe the Gnome just couldn't take it anymore... maybe his toast wasn't so much a "cheers, folks, carry on", as it was a long goodbye. I mean, he had to come from somewhere, so i guess he had to go back there too. Or on to new places, to continue the adventure. I prefer that thought to the idea that the street just finally killed him. Regardless... the gnome shall be sorely missed.Escaper [12/06/2002 12:42:00 PM]
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