He bought it and he said we had to use it, so everyone just lied from then on. It’s not enough to like the guy, I’d have to appreciate his music and that’s just too much. I’ll be talking to myself a lot today. Why anyone would want to deal with the front end I have no idea.
It’s not a competition, and I agree with her about that. We’ve all just got our own troubles. I did my best to be easy on the guy but he was obviously lying. He shot himself; there wasn’t any indication of trouble beforehand, or any treatment, or anything. That, my friend, is a seriously dangerous recipe. Otherwise, we’d just be hanging out behind the softball field experiencing the cusp of adulthood.
Rock ‘n’ roll has nothing on The Kreutzer Sonata. I can’t believe she doesn’t know what a library is. Here’s a fishbonker for someone in the scene.
We return again to the theme of the eternal return.