Inside a coffeeshop in a well-heeled part of the South Bay, you were taking several napkins to wipe your face and clean your designer glasses where the rest of us would like to get creamer, milk, and sugar/sweetener—gross! You didn’t purchase anything, but it would probably be alright if you patronized this…
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Girl, would you please slow down racing your black Maserati all over town. I could not believe you cut off our therapist on Los Gatos Boulevard on her way to our home. You drive like a kama-crazy every time I see you around, which is often. Uptown, downtown—you’re everywhere, driving like you’re…
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Back in my hometown, all I wanted was a beer. I was glad to seeing familiar faces and looked forward catching up. But you decided I needed an in-your-face lecture on what’s wrong with America. I’ve known and considered you a friend for more than 40 years, but the “conversation” grew old…
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