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Driving home from work just now, after a pretty damn good day filled with cash-moneys, cute flirty bank tellers, and fulfilling sandwiches, I got cut off by a woman in a gold Saturn with a "Who is John Galt?" bumper-sticker, who then made it through the yellow light right in front of me. That's sure appropriate, I thought. Directly followed by: has my life really come to this? There I was, letting Love's "You Set the Scene" buoy me up after a slightly-too-long afternoon, thinking about being mellow and good-hearted and able to influence my own destiny... Then, all of a sudden, it was completely dashed by some bitch with bad taste.
This is just reinforcing my belief that books and music really do change people.
This is just reinforcing my belief that books and music really do change people.