I'm very, very confused, El Dee.
This thing about you and Pokey and treating women with respect: I have no idea what you're talking about. My best guess is that it has something to do with that post where I pointed you out as a charmer, a ladykiller.
Was that it?
If so, I...
Do you know the number of times words on a page made me shed tears? The count is up to three new.
It previously had been two. There was that Charlotte's Webb thing when I was like six, and Charlotte waved one of her tentacles in a final goodbye.
The other had been I Never Promised You a Rose...
I'm the elephant in the room, a specter of public discomfort.
Don't think I don't get that. I do.
If any of you have ever had issues with depression, you have an inkling of where I'm coming from.
I'm getting help, mind you. I have an appointment set for tomorrow morning.
I came in here...
I don't think I got it across here.
I suppose people think I'm well spoken. And yes, when publicly speaking, I put on my Sunday best.
But despite all my effort, I don't approach what El Dee does effortlessly. It falls off his tongue with the same casualness as golden words once fell from Mark...
Incredibly astute.
Did you, ever for a moment, think I suspected your intellect was inferior because you were a southern guy?
I never did. I knew the quality mind I was dealing with from the outset.
One word (well, ok, two): Vitamin C.
I figured it to be pop culture bull$#!t. I was wrong.I'm frequently wrong. How many words does this add up to, after all?>
You have it so, so correct, Jerry. California is bursting with community-college graduates that fancy themselves to be elite among mortals, taking government positions—and saving us po' folk from ourselves.
But to do justice, there's an element therein of good people who merely have hearts...
I heard that same thing too, El Dee. It was one of the doesn'ts in a long exchange of does/doesn't/does/doesn't/does/doesn'nts I've heard between medical "experts."
One of whom, by the way, opined that vaping—with 1400 times fewer carcinogens—is no more healthy then smoking.
Very politically...
No, Tracy, "Trace" is the name my mother gave me. It's like yours, but straight-edged, without the "Y" at the endthat minor, but significant point of style indicating an individual of diversity, of grace, of capability. Which you are, and I'm not.
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