My patience for others wane as my patience in other aspects of my life deteriorates. I don't do much to help it or exacerbate it- perhaps I am unashamedly rude and boldy blase. That's the way it is for now, at least.
Simply a thought.
Meanwhile, yesterday afternoon, Michael played the Beatle's Black Bird for me. In a music store. In front of a
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