Friday, December 16, 2005

Twenty-One

Twenty-one is a magical number isn't it?

It is the best hand possible in Blackjack.

It is the age at which you can walk into any bar in this country and legally order an alcoholic beverage.

It is the building number on Jump Street where officers Hanson, Penhall, Hoffs, Ioki, and Booker met to coordinate their undercover activities.

But most importantly, it is the number of pounds I have lost since November 8.

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