I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
The Barman
Sometimes you make friends with the barman. Sometimes the barman makes friends with you.
Sometimes it doesn't matter. And sometimes it does.
Sometimes you make friends with the barman. Sometimes the barman makes friends with you.
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