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Thursday, June 9, 1988: I fight with Capone.

I had a hell of a fight with Capone this evening. We had KFC for dinner, and he grabbed a breast from the garbage and emerged from the kitchen growling and snarling and daring anyone to take it away. I chased him into my office, shutting the door to trap him there and swatted at him with the broom until he dropped the breast. He still hasn’t forgiven me for it.

Fried chicken for dinner. I miss my youthful metabolism.

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