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I have a friend who has requested that I unlink to his blog.
I don't take it personally. He's asked everyone to unlink.
He wants his privacy and doesn't want to bother setting up a private blog, so he seeks security through obscurity.
This allows me to pretend that I wrote the following, and you don't know any better:
I don't take it personally. He's asked everyone to unlink.
He wants his privacy and doesn't want to bother setting up a private blog, so he seeks security through obscurity.
This allows me to pretend that I wrote the following, and you don't know any better:
I'm not one to really go out much. I had a time in my twenties when I would see concerts and plays and things. I'd even travel to other cities for shows. But these days I'm pretty much a Stay at Home/Be Alone/Do My Own Thing kind of guy. I remember there was this one show I was at for some regional band that had come to town.... I was holding a mediocre beer that I'd paid too much for. The place was crowded and sweaty. The handful of chairs were taken. People were trying to crowd surf and were getting thrown out by the bouncers. The sound was for shit (Duh!), I was hungry (but not enough to pay too much for bad bar food), and my feet hurt. Plus just about everyone around me was younger, thinner, and prettier than I, and for the first time I felt like I was on the other side of an age gap. Right then I thought, "You know, if I had this band's CD, I could be sitting at home, relaxed, fed, listening to it, and able to enjoy both them and myself better."
I'm not one to really go out much. I had a time in my twenties when I would see concerts and plays and things. I'd even travel to other cities for shows. But these days I'm pretty much a Stay at Home/Be Alone/Do My Own Thing kind of guy. I remember there was this one show I was at for some regional band that had come to town.... I was holding a mediocre beer that I'd paid too much for. The place was crowded and sweaty. The handful of chairs were taken. People were trying to crowd surf and were getting thrown out by the bouncers. The sound was for shit (Duh!), I was hungry (but not enough to pay too much for bad bar food), and my feet hurt. Plus just about everyone around me was younger, thinner, and prettier than I, and for the first time I felt like I was on the other side of an age gap. Right then I thought, "You know, if I had this band's CD, I could be sitting at home, relaxed, fed, listening to it, and able to enjoy both them and myself better."












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