its one oh clock in the ay em, so lets get down to business.

id like to thank everyone for all the kind emails regarding the end of my relationship with paris. id print some of them here, but some of the female fans of the now unattached Mo forgot to keep theirs pg-13. i think ill keep those all to myself. again, thanks.

but back to the lecture at hand.

the best advice i ever got from anybody was from a barkeep at wiseguys on franklin street. one night when i was a freshman, two guys got in a fight as his bar, and not being lovers not fighters in this guys bar is a big no-no. i asked him about it and he told me that the one guy slept with the other one guy's ex like four months ago and he was bitter.

well, surely he still has some feelings for someone he was with, i asked.

bro, im about tell you something that will save you alot of heartache and grief for the rest of your life, so pay attention, he shot back.

he snuck to the back of the bar for a second and came forth with a bottle of black label and two clinkers. he poured two shots and raised his glass to me.

you just gotta move on man.

i nodded and agreed. to moving on, i said.

we clinked and we drank and from that day on i try to live by what the wise man from wiseguys told me.

so what if a leggy blonde hollywood socialite doesnt want to date you any more? if there ever was a town full of them, it was this one and you have all the time of youth by your side. hell, the brunette ones are hotter anyway.

and dont forget about the freshmen.

oh, right. the freshman. the best thing about them is that i keep getting older and theyre always young. and theres a whole bunch of them.

cheers to that.

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