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december 25, 1996:
The Goose is Getting Fat


Who needs a White Christmas anyway?


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There was this weird guy in high school who had flashing eyes and did not dress well, and most people generally ignored him.

He seemed to have few friends. I thought he was beautiful and I used to smile at him and say hi.

One day towards the end of senior year, we were passing each other in the hall and he walked up to me and handed me a pair of jeans. "Here, have these jeans." Then he walked away.

I took the jeans home and tried them on but they were too big, so I bleached them in that spotted-bleach way that was in style at the time, and wore them over long underwear.

They became my lucky jeans, because, although I never understood why that boy gave them to me, I assumed it was just to be nice.

That was 11 years ago, but I still smile and refuse to throw the now-cutoffs away.

Sometimes it is remarkable how much good it can do to make someone else happy.


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