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- My Dinner With Art: Sam's Cafe Lebanese Menu11/18/08 - Paul Young
About Chris Wiberg
Chris Wiberg
Chris Wiberg is an unfortunate result of UIUC's creative writing MFA program. He writes and occasionally publishes short stories, and teaches creative writing when the opportunity presents itself. He's spent a total of seven years of his life in Champaign-Urbana (and who knows how much money at the bars) but these days lives with his wife and two cats in his hometown of Chicago. He maintains a blog, Morse Music, as an outlet for his "not-so-good stuff."
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Stalker Notebooks: Axl Rose
Axl Rose is the front man and sole remaining original member of Guns N’ Roses. GNR’s last new album of original material came out in 1991.
Bob Higgins is a thirty-seven-year-old former bank teller from Los Angeles. He has been stalking Mr. Rose full-time since 2003, and before that part-time since 1998.
March 14, 2008
9:13 AM: Am late again. Shoot! Can only assume that dogs have already been out for morning run, as handler’s car is nowhere to be seen and several dead fowl are visible near edges of courtyard. Should not have started watching Empty Nest marathon last night. Will await cleanup crew’s van and maybe have a donut.
10:01 AM: A.R. appears briefly at 3rd floor window, east wing. Shirtless, sprinkles what look like depilated red chest hairs down over tiger lilies. Retreats from window. Moments later reappears, drops first(?) feces of the day, again into tiger lilies. Sniffs air. Retreats from window again.
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