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don't want to spook you, but i had a friend Hell There whom I had to drop like a million dollars because she became a neonatologist and my mother is a nursery nurse -- there's a conflict there. i wouldn't risk remaining friends with Hell There.
for a moment she wanted to study infectious diseases and a moment before that she was into the frog populations having mutations. she really was my friend because amy means ambition in her mind. and that's kind of a deep thing, actually. i understand that-- i mean i don't understand money with depth and breadth but i do understand wanting the good things.
when somebody rings some Terribly Wrong bell i start predicting the future for them. i don't really tolerate what i find evil for long. the Terribly Wrong bell was she and i went to see Oliver North at a megachurch. some kind of book signing/church service combo. Nirvana had played SNL the night before. i remember driving down the winding megachurch path thinking about how bizarrely good Nirvana was, and talking to her about it. she might be offended by my probing into the American Dream, but I'm offended by Oliver North. seems obvious to me.
silly diplomacy will have you talk to Ollie's second cousin about it. who knows it might even work. what would work, you ask, do you, my friend?
here's the deal:: i don't want to be as offended as i am by Oliver North by anyone at all. some old habits do die hard. if you turn out to be my anenome i will start to predict the future for you. and that is scary enough! Hell There, ever compassionate, only thought i was just too creepy, like that, until she figures it, because doctoring forces you to add things up. no idea if we are on the same page or not at this moment because she probably is better friends with people, over the years, whom I'm never going to be on the same page with..... people who would gladly throw any new new new gift away.....
we're talking the outside of the suburbs, okay. confusion!
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