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Thursday, August 6th, 2009
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9:13 pm - yea
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On August 17th I will embark on the P90X program, on top of that I will be swimming and running again.
Ive decided that for my 34th year of being alive I want to be ripped again.
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| Saturday, August 1st, 2009
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11:34 pm - yeah..I have no idea what this is
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maybe a real bad acid trip...
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| Wednesday, May 13th, 2009
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7:23 am - damn im tired
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Ive been so tired recently. Of course its from lack of sleep, but I think my sleep apnea is taking a bad turn these days. I tossed and turned last night until I finally fell asleep.
I manage. I cant believe Im 33 now. It seems like just the other day I was 20 and I had hardly any responsibility, just school and a social life. Now, I have a career that takes up most of my time and basically no social life.
A friend of mine told me that I needed to back off working so much because its taken over my life, and if I dont watch out, my life will pass me by. I kinda knew what he was talking about, but I did nothing to fix it. This past weekend, my mom drove up from Tampa and we went to visit my sister in Athens. On the way back she expressed her concern that I was working too much too, and that I needed to find time to unwind. Now, I know its bad if my mom is telling me that...
I miss living in the city. I have a great girl that Im dating now, and things are good. We dont really do much, partly because we both work alot. I want to go to Atlanta and dance and listen to music again. Macon's scene sucks, Im really tired of it. Everybody that goes out around here is into Americana, and the dance clubs are shitty.
I think this will be my last year in Macon, I need to start planning my move away. Im working too much and not enjoying my life. I havent travelled in god knows how long...
I guess, the only super great thing, aside from my girlfriend, is my car..I love my car. If you see a MINI and wonder if they are fun...yes, they are..mine kicks ass..
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| Sunday, May 10th, 2009
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4:02 pm - Disco mood
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Ive been watching a lot of old school 80s movies about B-Boys and the Hip Hop revolution. It started with Krush Groove, then Wild Style..from there I saw saturday night fever.
now, yes yes...we all know Disco sucked and all of that, but I still have a small place in my heart for it. I have a few disco records and I was jaming out the other night. My neighbor came up, PISSED, and told me to "shut that shit off!", he then told me how much he hated it back in the day, hes 50 something, and has 3 teeth and 2 lazy eyes.
but still..i like disco, and it gave me an idea to write a story about 2 guys trying to get the crew back together (blues brothers style), but in an urban evironment, covering all my musical and sub culture loves.
Now, I should have it based out of Tampa..but no..NYC is better.
with that said...i want to learn travoltas moves in the movie..i start tonight.
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| Thursday, March 19th, 2009
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11:12 am - Things I look forward to
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You know, since I moved to Macon, Georgia almost 3 years ago, I really didnt have much to look forward to. Aside from my job, my life is very ordinary, compared to how it used to be over 4 years ago (hence my lack of blog posts).
But today, I have found something to look forward to. Something that, as the years go by, I know that I will have a good time, and life will take a break on me and give me a pat on the back.
I'm going to New York City next week. I am actually on route to my grandma's 100th birthday bash in Toronto, Canada. But I am stopping in NYC on thursday. Initially, I wanted to go to NYC because I havent been in awhile, and I needed to rekindle my love for the city, but this time, there is a deeper cause...MORRISSEY.
I was really upset this year, because this was going to be the first tour in a longtime that I would have had to miss. Due to job responsibility and the fact that I live in Macon. I wasnt going to be able to make the shows in Atlanta or any of the Florida shows(mainly because they were during the week).
But alas, my friend Ralph had told me that Moz was performing in NYC the same weekend as my grandmas bday. The wheels started to turn. He had 3 tickets to show, and 2 of them were for sure. The 3rd was up in the air (my other friends wife)
I told him my situation, and he offered me the ticket...YES! I get to go to the show in NYC now. Now, I have to work on seeing him in Chicago, because then I can say that I have seen him in every major city in the US. NYC, Philadelphia, LA, Miami, Atlanta..
On top of that, the shows in Atlanta and Florida were all cancelled because he was sick! I think its destiny, that this has happened!
I was looking at old post show comments on the shows I went to in the past, and I was cracking up because I remembered the instances. I even posted a comment on morrisseysolo.com. I can say now that I am older, I dont care if I get made fun of for my infatuation with Morrissey. Im a proud Morrissey fan, and I think I will always be. For gods sake...I went to the Salfords Lads club in Manchester, England on my Morrissey pilgraminge 2007.
Even though life is plain. Macon is boring. Nothing too exciting comes around me that much anymore. I can say that at least every so often, something great does come around and it makes my life worth living. Viva Morrissey!
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| Friday, June 20th, 2008
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4:06 pm - My new ride
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So I bought a new car this week, and for the first time in my life I love it! I never thought that I would get so many looks driving it around town, but I do. check it out...
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| Tuesday, June 10th, 2008
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1:34 pm - as my ghetto sister would say...
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it is hot as all get out up in here...
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| Friday, May 30th, 2008
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2:24 pm - It happened to me
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So, a few days ago I was another check card fraud statistic. Somebody took my card number and used $900 of mine for their own use in canada. Im so pissed! I went to get some food the other day and my card got declined, aside from embarrassing, I was completly dumbfounded. So I went online to check my checking account balance and I was in the negatives!
I hauled ass to the bank and stated my case. they told me that somebody took my number somehow, and used it all through the month of may.
Luckily the bank understood and put all the money back in my account. So Im good to go again.
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| Sunday, April 20th, 2008
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9:53 pm - gross
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I feel really shitty today. My stomach is killing me today. Ive been battling stomach problems for the past few weeks and its become very annoying. Im having a very very shitty day...literally
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| Tuesday, April 15th, 2008
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8:25 pm - Procrastination is a bitch
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so I waited until yesterday to do my taxes. and Im getting a whopping 350 bucks back from the federal government, yet I owe the state 26 bones..what the fuck? i know I did something wrong, but I dont care, Im over it...last night took too long and Im just glad its over.
in other news, my sister said that the american gladiators show is interviewing her to be a gladiator tommorow. If she gets it, Im hoping I can pick a good nickname for her.
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| Wednesday, April 2nd, 2008
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11:34 pm - Where the Hell is Matt?
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Matt Harding is my new hero...
I should make a where the hell is Justin video...
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| Tuesday, March 18th, 2008
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7:54 pm - Ugh..Im tired as hell right now
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So, I had a great weekend in Augusta Georgia. I had a meet that I coached at and I sat next to this really hot female coach. She was 37 and swam at LSU when she was in college. She had the "almost" perfect swimmer body. I say almost because she had fake boobs (which I couldnt stop looking at). We started talking and I felt bad for not swimming anymore. I swam so much when I was younger that I really didnt want to do it anymore. She was super motivated and never stopped after school, hence her great body.
So, driving home, I called one of my old school friends about it. I realized that my 3 best growing up friends are swimming now, and Im not doing shit. Those guys didnt even want to swim when we were teenagers. I was the more serious one of the bunch..now look at me..a fat ass.
I decided that i am gonna get back into it. Im gonna start trainoing again and competing in Masters meets. I have to. In a way, I found inspiration from the hot coach, I felt like she was basically telling me "why the fuck did you stop in the first place..lokk at you now" but she didnt really say it.
This is what I did today:
1. Went to the gym, I did my ab routine and I ran a mile and a half.
2. I swam 1,200 yards and pretty much died doing it.
3. I ate minimally...Im in training, no more burgers and shit
4. I will try to have more sex with...umm..nevermind that one...too much info
My boss was telling me about a show he saw recently about some dude who claimed he could make anyone thin by 4 simple rules. I forgot the rules, but I'll look em up. I want to be thin again. at 18 I was 5' 8" 135, pretty much a string bean. at 32, Im 5' 11 3/4", 192, I feel like shit..and I drink and smoke socially. I need to starta revolution in my mind.
*EDIT*
I just read in another friends journal about the 4 rules, here they are:
1. When you are hungry, EAT!
2. Eat what you WANT not what you think you should.
3. Eat CONSCIOUSLY - eat much slower and really savor and concentrate on what you're eating. No tv, reading, being on the computer while you eat.
4. When you are satisified - stop eating.
word is born
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| Monday, March 17th, 2008
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11:30 pm - dontcha love it!
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I was having a pretty hectic day today. I was busy all weekend and I kinda wanted to just chill out and take a few hours to not do shit.
I go to work, my boss gives me shit for not getting something done. he yells at me, totally degrades me and makes me feel worthless...
then 15 minutes later talks to me about how amazing his dump was the other day...
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| Friday, March 14th, 2008
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3:22 pm - A gnome in Argentina!!?? WHAT!!!????
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Ok, I woke up this morning at my new girlfriends house, and I went online to check my email, when I saw the headline about a gnome being spotted in argentina. It made laugh and then I saw the footage that the kids took. I laughed even more..the gnome looks like:
a. a drunk midget with a cone on his head
b. a robot
c. totally fake
Ive been skipping around like him all day today, and might become a hero of mine by the end of the day. well, not really...but my obsession for more info grows..
if you havent seen it yet..here it is
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| Tuesday, March 11th, 2008
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12:53 am - great weekend
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I had one of the best weekend this past one. In a nutshell:
It snowed on saturday.
I hung out in atlanta
went to a good burlesque show for once.
got drunk at the burlesque show.
went to east atlanta.
got really drunk there.
girlfriend and I got into our first fight.
slept like a log.
woke and had no idea where I was.
had a grand slam herbal wake up thing.
walked her dog in piedmont park.
had malaysian food.
watched death at a funeral. hilarious.
came back to macon this morning.
HIGHLIGHT: The redhead at the burlesque show.
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| Wednesday, February 27th, 2008
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9:41 am - Voice Post
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Voice posts are fun, right? You get to hear funny accents if your friends are from far, far away. All we really want is to hear your voice, we don't care what you're saying. So here's a list of typical meme questions that would otherwise be boring, but when communicated aloud - well, it's entertaining. Answer these questions in your post, and encourage others with voice-posting abilities to do the same.
1) What's your name?
2) How old are you?
3) Where are you from? Are you living there right now?
4) Is it cold where you are?
5) What's the time?
6) What are you wearing?
7) What was the last thing you listened to?
8) What was the last thing you ate?
9) What was the last thing you watched on tv?
10) What's your favorite tv show? Why?
11) Quick! Find a book, or something with text on it! Flip to a random page and read some of it! GO!
12) What was the last movie you saw? How was it?
13) Do YOU think you have an accent? Talk about that.
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| Friday, February 22nd, 2008
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12:09 pm
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7:45 am and I walk over to where I had left my pants. I check my cell phone. 20 missed calls. I knew right away what that meant. They were all from my sister; she called from 6:19am to 7:35am trying to get a hold of me. I called back, already knowing what she was going to tell me. My mom answered, “Justy, your dad passed away this morning”. I put my hand over my face, as I knew she was going to tell me that. No tears came out, just disbelief inside me.
It took me a good hour or two to collect my thoughts as I drove back home. It was Valentines day and although I had not been a fan of the “Hallmark Holiday”, that day will always be a reminder to me, the day my dad died.
I got back to my parents house later on that afternoon. My mom and my sister were both busy, scurrying all over the place trying to get things ready as I walked in. My mom gave me a great big deep hug, my sister gave me a kiss. My aunt who had come in a few days before sat at the breakfast table. I went over to her to say hello. She got up, looked at me, and burst into tears. She came over to me and hugged me sobbing about her brother who had passed. Still, my tears didn’t come, my heart was hurting, but the tears didn’t come.
The next few days were flooded with phone calls giving condolences and asking how he died. It seemed that every time my mom explained how he died, it was like a answering machine, saying the same thing over and over again. My aunt would sometimes have to leave the room and cry in her bedroom with all the repetition.
“We put him in hospice on Tuesday night, and I stayed with him all day. Verna came in on Wednesday to see him and he was able to mumble a few things. I stayed with him all night on Wednesday. Around 4:30am I noticed his breathing had changed, so I called Maritza and told her to come back with Verna because I knew it would be long. They came in, and I said ‘Vincent, Maritza and Verna are here’. Maritza said ‘Hi, dad!’. As if he knew they were there, he took 4 or 5 breaths and died.”
I had left that Tuesday after we had made plans for hospice. Thinking that he would be ok, and I would come back a few days later to see how he was doing. I wanted to be there when he died, but as chance has it…I wasn’t.
The viewing was on Monday. By that time we had tons of family and close friends in town. My dad knew a lot of people internationally, so we weren’t sure who was going to show up. I walked into the hall, and saw my dad lying peacefully in the casket. He had a smile on his face. My aunt went up to him first, sobbing and caressing his face. I went up afterwards and rubbed his head and felt his chest, as I did when he was in the hospital. I deep sense of sorrow filled my body, and my eyes started to water. I moved and sat down, as I watched my sister and then my mom look over him. “He looks so peaceful, look at that smile, he will always smile” people said as they walked in.
By 7pm, the funeral home was packed with people we haven’t seen in years. Friends and family that came from far and wide to see my father off. Many of my close friends came out too for support, something I will never forget. People I had never met before gave me hugs, “you look just like your father”.
At 8pm, they closed the casket for family only. My Aunt said her goodbyes first, and then the 3 of us went after. My mom broke down and then my sister. My tears were already coming down my face. “Ok, you can close it now” my mom said in her sweet voice. They closed the casket, and I buried my face into my mom’s neck as we all cried.
The family and some close friends came back to the house. We all stayed up until midnight talking and drinking. My mom stayed up until 2am cleaning and preparing for the reception at the house after the funeral. She had kept herself busy throughout this whole thing so that she didn’t have to think about him constantly. I knew she was wasting time when she started to clean the sofas and the couches “Mom, go to sleep!”
The next morning, I woke up on the couch at 7am to my mom fiddling around in the kitchen. Today was the day we sent off my dad. We were brought up catholic and my dad wanted a catholic funeral. We went to the church he had been attending regularly before he got really sick. I was one of the pallbearers so I stood outside as the Hurst came in. My dads close friends and I pulled him out and we brought him into the church. I couldn’t stop crying. As we walked in, the sniffles and tears were flowing again throughout the crowd.
The service was beautiful, my dad would have been proud. My dad’s best friend gave his eulogy, and my sister spoke as well. I couldn’t go up because I was too emotional. After my sister spoke the crowd really started to get emotional.
The service was over; I hadn’t been to a catholic service, much less a church in a longtime. I was surprised at how many things I remembered to do. We walked out and I was at the end of the casket as we carried him out. I could hear my mom crying behind me. My sister was sniffling next to her. It was over; he is gone.
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| Tuesday, January 29th, 2008
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2:19 am - a dream or a acid flashback?
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The other night I dreamt that I was on a road trip with my friend Ralph. I had talked to him in the past about the 2 of us getting a vespa scooter and a sidecar, and that we should go from NYC to Seattle on it. He would have to wear big goggles, a long white scarf, and a german helmet with a spike on top. I would dress up as a dinosaur.
Of course talking about it was funny, but I dreamt it and it was even funnier. You know with all dreams, they seem so real until you wake up and then you realize, "what the hell, Im Im in bed?".
So it started out with us going around NYC looking for our costumes. Ralph was able to find his with no problems, but I couldnt seem to find the right dinosaur costume. I would try on all these costumes, from leathery godzilla suits, to little kid cloth costumes. Then I found it, it was a grey dinosaur costume, where my head popped out of the mouth. I almost looked like a character at Disney World.
So, we got the scooter and we started our trip to Seattle. For the first few hours, we couldnt stop laughing about the fact we were doing it, then after awhile, we kinda forgot we had the costumes on, until we looked at each other or somebody honked a horn laughing.
As with all our dreams, time never seems to be an issue, so next we found ourselves riding into chicago. When we got there we met up with some really strange Hari Krishna dudes, who Ralph knew for some reason. ralph kept telling me that he got food from them back when we lived in gainesville. So we went to the Hari house, and right off the bat, I was freaked out. Ralph kept telling me "ey, its ok, I like the Haris, and the Haris like me...Im down with the Haris"
After awhile, I told Ralph that we had to get the hell out of there, things were too weird, bells ringing chanting..it was NOT cool. So we left and stayed in a hotel on the outskirts of the city. The next day we went to a convinience store and I ran into my friend Erika, who I havent seen in years. I forgot that she still lived in the chicago area, so we talked for a bit.
From what I remember, next we got to somewhere in montana. and we ran out of gas. I was pissed at ralph for not wanting to stop at the last gas station, because he had the use the bathroom, and the place looked scary. He said "I will not take my dump in that place, Im telling you rigth now"
So I had to walk to the next gas station and get gas, while he waited by the scooter. On my way there, a carful of elvises picked me up and drop me off at the next gas station. Next thing I know, I see ralph with the scooter comming up in tow. Some big of farmer looking guy saw ralph and decided to hitch him up to his rig.
We continued the journey. We rode into Seattle and met up with some of my friends. they were having a Sherpa party. Where everyone was dressed up as a sherpa, and they had goats running around and shit. The scene was straight out an acid trip. They were playing Happy hardcore techno music and drinking heavily.
After a few drinks, Ralph says "ey, we should do some some jumpstyle". as an aside, if you dont know what Jumpstyle is, look it up on you tube, its a type of dance in holland. So Ralph goes over to the stereo and switches the music, and announces "Me and Justin are gonna do some jumpin, if anyone wants to joing in that lets do it". So his jumpstyle mix cd starts and we start out tandem jumpstyle routine. The sherpa party people are standing around going "what the hell" but then they start digging in and do it too. So here we are, a dinosaur, Ralph with his german helmet, and a bunch of people dressed up as sherpas dancing jumpstyle in Seattle. then out of nowhere our friend Jason comes crawling up the balcony, he had just climbed up the side of the building to party. "hey doots, where are the chicas?" I guess, I didnt realize it, but there werent any. It was a total sherpa sausage fest. I was so consumed by the fact that we were partying with sherpas that I didnt notice there werent any girls at the party.
Jason got us and said, hey lets go to the top. I said "dude, were in Seattle, the top is in gainesville".."dont worry man, I got a plan". So we walk through this door, and open another and we end up in Gainesville. I looked at him, and said "did that just happen?" "dont worry about it doot"
I go to the bar and order my usual top selection, a guinness and a shot of jager. We are about to toast when I realize that there was an extra arm in the toast and it was derrick. "I finally found the perfect Koala outfit" he had these big ears and a big black nose.
We got drunk and hit the streets like a hooligan gang. and out of nowhere, Elijah wood and some other hobbits meet us on 2nd ave. Jason starts saying "what the fuucckkk" and a fight ensues. and then I woke up.
Now I never, ever remember dreams, but after waking up from that I had to write about it. ralph and I have a twisted idea and we have a sense of humor that only the two of us understand sometimes. from the vespa road trip to the Hobbit Hooligans.
que sera, sera...whatever will be will be...
Currently listening :
Dino: The Essential Dean Martin
By Dean Martin
Release date: By 01 June, 2004
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| Wednesday, November 21st, 2007
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8:31 am - I think Ive seen everything now...
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Peter Pan will never leave my life...now he has a music video..
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| Monday, August 27th, 2007
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9:30 pm - Drunk weekend yet again
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I went to knoxville and got drunk. It was the Ska weekend and even though most of the bands sucked, I had a goodtime and partied.
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