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I'm a writer, publishing both as SJ Rozan and, with Carlos Dews, as Sam Cabot. (I'm Sam, he's Cabot.) Here you can find links to my almost-daily blog posts, including the Saturday haiku I've been doing for years. BUT the blog itself has moved to my website. If you go on over there you can subscribe and you'll never miss a post. (Miss a post! A scary thought!) Also, I'll be teaching a writing workshop in Italy this summer -- come join us!
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River right here in Trouble City

It never rains but it pours. Having mentioned Testosterone Plaza 2 entries ago I now find the place needs a little more blogging on. We had a flood there the other day, I mean a major drains-backing-up, inch-of-water-on-the-locker-room-floors flood. Caused by what? The few women who inhabit the place flushing away what the bathroom sign refers to as "sanitary items?" No siree. It seems that certain pea-brained male bodybuilders have been shooting themselves up with steroids and throwing the used needles in the toilets. Where did they expect they'd go? Into the sewers, that's a great idea, to wash up on the beach. After, of course, they made it through all the curves in the drain pipes. That level of stupidity just proves to me the steroids are working. Their muscles are getting bigger and their brains are shriveling up.


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