Interesting
Brendan, my ex, is flying to San Francisco in the morning to assist in marrying gay and lesbian people, in an unusually unselfish gesture. He wants to be there when history is being made.
He actually sold his big screen TV to buy the ticket. I'd rather he sold it for, say, food and rent and bills, but that sort of thing isn't my problem anymore.
He actually sold his big screen TV to buy the ticket. I'd rather he sold it for, say, food and rent and bills, but that sort of thing isn't my problem anymore.