So, it’s a smidge past 10:00 in the PM, and I’m on the train to work. Reading a novel and keeping to myself. I’m dressed in my characteristic summer dress, which is to say black slacks, black whifebeater shirt, black fedora, black running shoes, with my black sidebag, containing my laptop. I’d been on the train for one station, when this peculiar
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That aside, I too am glad.
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glad you're okay.
this just further cements my dislike for the skytrain.
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Dang
One of these days maybe, just, maybe...
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Really Davey, get over yourself.
Peace!
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Hey, tell you what: I don't expect someone who says they want me dead from behind the mask of cowardly anonymity to be held to very high standards or anything, but DO at least aspire to the intellectual honesty involved with admitting that that's a pretty cold thing to do, okay? Give me SOMETHING to respect, if you want me to listen to you.
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