kenkantor: All others, piss off.
kenkantor: There is simply nothing else I remember.
kenkantor: This was the last place I thought of looking for you.
kenkantor: The pilgrimage.
kenkantor: It's so easy to hate cars.
kenkantor: There is nothing quite like the Berkeley night.
kenkantor: Of course your time is valuable, too.
kenkantor: Should I tell him, or will you?
kenkantor: Someday if I'm lucky.