Phineas P. Gage was my childhood mentor, nemesis, confident, and friend. We go back to the mid 60s when we roamed SDSU frat houses looking for open parties full of Schlitz kegs and buckets of Old Tom Gin feeding pretty coeds with echoes of the night before. Gage was a distant memory until a recent change meeting gave rise to his turning the tide on me. Phineas is a famous writer now and ...
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