Once there was a man who ate only his money. Doing the wise thing took too much time. He believed that there was much to do, so he did nothing. Eventually the man died, but truly, he’d been dead for a while now and never remembered it until after he was actually dead. His corpse jingled, from the money he ate.
Ok, I’m going to leave this dregs for tonight. With luck, I’ll get a full night’s sleep.
Also remember… in Fresno, you wrote in blocks. When love letters you wrote in block. Here, you’re playing a totally different game.
A game without waffles.
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