Dickie Cronkite
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Under the gun.
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Time left in DC: Two weeks.

Time left to do quarter's worth of work for seminar: Two weeks.

Time to find a (safe) pad in Caracas: Dos semanas.

Time to crank out three more features for the Seattle Times: Two weeks.

Time to read two books on Venezuela: Two weeks.

Time to organize and pack all East Coast belongings for the trek back to God's Country, leaving space in the truck from Dickie, Sr: Two weeks.

Time to dissolve belongings collecting dust in Chi-town: Two weeks.

Time left to enjoy Dewey's 50-inch HD screen and cushy pad before moving to a South American shantytown: Two weeks.

Time left to enjoy Entourage and other assorted HBO goodies: Two weeks.

Number of ex-girlfriends currently doing their taxes, due tomorrow after the extension, at our dining room table: One.

Time to pull brilliant Venezuela freelance ideas out of my ass and pitch 'em to Washington Post and WSJ contacts: Two weeks.

Time to say goodbye to new friends, and old friends: Two weeks.

Time to watch things end before they begin: Two weeks.

Number of girls wearing my boxers on Saturday...and Sunday: Two.

Number of girls in newsroom who laughed after one of 'em returned a pair on Monday and I declared, "All the ladies wanna get into my boxers": Zero.

Number of drunkards who jumped the fence at the Fairlington, VA community pool for a 3am dip: Five.

Number of weeks to try and get some fucking sleep. Two.

Number of weeks to relax, take a deep breath, and enjoy the last two weeks: Two weeks.


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