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Only connect, only connect [Dec. 17th, 2003|03:57 pm]
The American Caliban
Look, it’s just what we’re all doing here, it’s a business, it’s a thing. We have this line on a new brand and we’re giving 60 pounds each to all the firehouses. I cannot! I cannot! This is impossible. The elevator opens up right into the space. Yeah, it’s a noodle place and it expanded into the whole building. The landlord bought her a cat.

Look I know the difference, that isn’t celebration it’s self medication. If you’d look at the label you’d see what I mean. Back up and listen to what you’re saying. I’ve achieved some horrible trifecta. That guy you could see it in his eyes, he was just mean as hell.

So I guess you’re an expert on my life, is that it? Does trading oxy for beer mean anything to you? Do you read the fiction? The guy is an idea factory, but how does he keep going?

Sure, that’s my background but I’m not into that ethnic thing. I decided I wanted them back and I have to live with what I did before.

My situation is impossible and I’m not at all okay. What did you expect me to say? It was the best $500 we ever spent.