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To: jpmac who wrote (38895)	9/29/1999 1:35:00 AM
From: Kid Rock	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

anyone read these? #reply-10553675 A short story by Thomas G. Busillo posted without permission Dance Like a Syphilitic Monkey Until You Heave Evan never thought that two weeks after entering the "Ninth-Annual Dance Like a Syphilitic Monkey Until You Heave" charity event at Ned's Noodle Nook he'd be named Emperor of the Curried Fiddle. Such disdain for frivolous speculation was what made Evan's life's goal of owning a poodle ranch so reachable.

To: jpmac who wrote (38895)	9/30/1999 12:01:00 AM
From: JF Quinnelly	Respond to of 71178

I have some of that same mentality that makes me refuse to look for help. I never thought of it as a "street kid" mentality, it always seemed to be a sort of rabid independent streak... one that probably isn't all good. When I began getting anxiety attacks from an (undiagnosed) thyroid problem I simply avoided situations that made me claustrophobic. This got me fined and threatened with jail when I avoided jury service... because being in the jury room made me frantic to bolt for the door. I finally went to the doctor maybe a year later when I couldn't catch my breath, and they discovered the thyroid problem. Which they couldn't correct anyway. I simply got to take some time off until it returned to normal a few months later.