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.