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I relate to you the best story ever, told to me by Martin, the swede, in Thailand, as I am avoiding studying for finals. Martin was in the swedish army, as required for a bit, but he became an officer and stuck with it for a while. He enjoyed travelling, they paid well, and hell, why not. He was in a peacekeeping trip to the Balkans, very nice near the coastline, walking around with his fellow army fellows on leave in a small town. He headed down the street, a very tourist-y area, looking for a place to eat. He was stopped outside a small restaurant by an old man. He was shouting words in various languages, and Martin, knowing English, caugh

Mr. Benny H. wants me to draw more things for Academy Monthly. Methinks the stuff I gave him was not satisfactory. Maybe he aint a fan of zombies.

basically because of a spelling error, i didnay win the poster contest. and theyre still using my stuff...but i get no prize. thats what i get for hand writing all my typing on the poster out....and for thinking the play was called the Mystery of Edmin Drood. Damn M. ed kims deserved it though. dammmmnn good at drawing, that kid. meh....