4.03.2008
Two nights ago it was Johnny Cash night at the bar I went to for dinner. That was surprising, but pleasant. Now at the cafe I go to for internet the speakers are blaring that country song with the chorus about trashing your cheating ex-boyfriend's car. One, but not two. It is time for me to come home. Seriously.
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This reminds me of the time in London when I requested "A Boy Named Sue," at "country western night" no less, and the DJ told me my selection was "a bit obvious." Sounds like the Italians are bigger JC fans than pretentious Brits.
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