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343. The Priest

Our downstairs neighbor had beer delivered twice weekly. He was such a functional alcoholic that he could smoke, drink, and belt-sand his ceiling simultaneously. He asked me to call him “Rebel” but his mailbox said Priest, thus “The Priest.”

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