Blues Traveller on the Radio...
reminded me of one of the great missed opportunities of my life. A few case managers ago, I got one close to my age and during a rare moment of detente I mentioned to her that actually seeing what that band looked like kinda...killed the love. Now I wish I had said "Maybe with bags over their heads they'd be okay," and when she asked why, I could've stepped up like a Pelecanos villain and said "Don't gotta fuck no face."She might have begged not to see me anymore, and I'm almost sure her facial expressions would have been worth the Notations in my File(Almost. I could've ended up in gimp harbor patrol...or more likely some class where I would "learn" the names of sexual body parts.)