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Wednesday, April 07, 2004
Feeling Minnesota!
Confessions of a Yakuza: "My mother...was the daughter of a wealth farmer...[she] died when I was 11...My father was a traveling salesman...I never met him." Confessions of a Yakuza: "I'm not as cool or forgiving as I might have sounded." Confessions of a Yakuza: "There was nothing sentimental about him--it didn't bother him at all that some of his pals had been killed." Apparantly, the author and editor are flattered, and not in any mind to sue. Who wouldn't be!
... Seppo 11:10 pm...
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