After having what began as a timidly progressive conversation earlier tonight, I discovered that I can be wrong. It is allowed. I stood reminded of a note card I received yesterday from a soft young woman on Divisidero St., who sold me "Indian" Corn for $1. This note card had the phrase, "Don't be afraid to admit you were wrong. It's like saying you're wiser today than you were yesterday.", printed on it.
Moral of the story: BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU BRING HOME WITH YOU FROM THE SCREET.
Get ready for the upcoming droolings to be posted. You will laugh. You will cry. You will be penetrated by me, in one way or another.
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