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Fun little band I was in around '79 in San Francisco. I was Tommy Bronx,guitar and vocals and we were the house band at The Fab Mab in San Francisco. body{background-image:url("http://homepage.mac.com/tsepa/001a.jpg"); background-attachment:fixed;; background-repeat:repeat;; background-position:center;; background-color:CC0033;} table, tr, td{background-color:transparent;; border:0px;; padding:2;

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While you were sleepingThey came and took it all awayThe lanes and the meadowsThe places where you used to playIt was an inside jobBy the well-connectedYour little protestSummarily rejectedIt was an inside jobLike it always isChalk it up to business as usual body{background-image:url("http://homepage.mac.com/tsepa/001a.jpg"); background-attachment:fixed;; background-repeat:repeat;;

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Tom Sepa would rather not be called homeless. "That word is loaded," he said. "I prefer 'urban outdoorsman.' " It is true that Sepa has a lot of things that aren't generally associated with the stereotypical homeless person - like a full-time job.  body{background-image:url("http://homepage.mac.com/tsepa/001a.jpg"); background-attachment:fixed;; background-repeat:repeat;; background-position:

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Congratulations!on being the first to read my new..."Evil Plan for REVENGE" (tm)! my objective is simple: Criminal Activitiesmy motive is a little bit more complex: RevengeStage One: To begin my plan, i will first Expose a Famous Actor/Actress as a psycho-sexual criminal stalker. This will cause the world to sit up and take notice, stunned by my arrival.Who is this Demented Madman? Where did he

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Skylar has a policy about Celebrities Stalking Us (CSU's) -- I try to ignore it. "Try" is the key word here... whether or not we should believe that famous celebrites stalk us...for whatever reason . . .I don't know. It just seems so much like paranoia.Now if it's reality-based, meaning, it's for real that it's happening to you, I would also ignore that as well. Frankly, I would like to have a

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chapter five........... i can cross a piranha infested river, survive a sandstorm, stop a runaway train, live thru an airplane crash , build a shelter during a blizzard, escape from the trunk of a car, bend steel with my bare hands, treat a shark bite, rescue kids from burning buildings, and pass a bribe - but i can’t understand gurls! Dammit!oh....ya cross the river at nite to avoid the

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chapter four........ nobody out, bases loaded..... subway series in the making. it’s been at least 45 years since the last subway series. i was three years old living in a loft at Lafayette and Spring streets on the lower east side, not too far from St. Vincent’s hospital where i was born.the time i spent at Yankee Stadium as a kid wasn’t so much for

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chapter three................ passed the spot i found Andy hangin’ from a tree. been clearcut now, the sun shining in places it hasn’t seen in years. recognized the stump and sat down on it. “how are the kids doin’?”, i asked Chung, master gardener and Tai-Chi monk. he considers the trees his children. “MAGIC”, he said, “is the ability of nature to channel and direct sunlight from a star 8

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chapter two..................... “find anyone hangin’ in the park?”, yelled riff-raff. “Still early’, i yelled back. there’s a few people I'd like to hang in the park myself, but i won’t. my x-wife must be getting desperate. been five years since our divorce. she must be looking for hidden assets, how else can you explain these creepo guys hiding in the brush, sneaking up on me in the

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chapter one............ I'll never forget the time i came face to face with the fact that i am completely nuts! my mind, a shrieking, gibbering madhouse barreling down the hill outta control, and hopeless. no problem...always been this way, not crazier than yesterday, not crazier than anyone else. just tired, so tired of lyin’ to myself. finally changed when i didn’t wanna be me anymore,

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