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So, after witnessing two car accidents in a short period of time, I had a strange premonition that I would have to be involved in one to complete this series of events -- things happen in threes, but you knew that. It happened in the very same Porter Square Star Market parking lot where I witnessed accident number two. I was carefully navigating the mob scene preceding Super Bowl XL, cruising along at about two miles per hour in attempt to avoid the large number of pedestrians and vehicles moving in different directions, when...BOOM! What did I hit? A shopping cart? A small child? Oh, somebody hit me! Well, that's much better! I got out of the car, surveyed the rear of the Red Dragon, where she was struck, and agreed with the other driver that there was no significant damage. The three things had been completed.

I've been concerned -- or maybe confused -- that my actions and the actions of my friends do not seem to be progressing at the same rate as my age. I'm just wondering when I'll be a grown-up. Here are three signs that I'm not...

1. Simply stated: I love Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

2. My phone conversation with Jack ended this way tonight:

Me: Yeah, that sounds good.
Jack: Well, The Goonies is on TV, so...
Me: Okay, I'll let you go.
Jack: Great, talk to you later.

3. I just got a wedding gift thank-you note from Rudman that included...

a) The F-Bomb
b) A reference to fictitious character Jonathan Bryce Casual
c) A complimentary closing of not "Sincerely" or "Yours Truly", but "Balls".


Clearly, I've proven my case. Also, I got an email from Brendan today that read only "Check out the picture of Fernald with the west philly thug and an undercover cop in an extortion sting on friday night.....story to follow." I enjoy the reference to himself in the third person. The story will likely unfold eventually on BigWinner810.blogspot.com, a blog written by one of his law school friends. Here's a picture of the sting going down. (Left to Right: Undercover cop, The Perp, Brendan)

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