I will never forget the day I met kerosene. I was on holiday in Tuscany (or maybe I was vacationing in Cleveland.) It was an unseasonably warm (or cold) day in October (or November) and I noticed a lovely artist selling her paintings on a cobblestoned street (or the intersection of St Clair and 55th.) I inquired about the price of a particular piece that caught my eye, and she replied "you seem a kind soul, here...take this painting with my blessing. May it bring you years of happiness."
We went out for coffee (or shots of Tequila with beer chasers) at a lovely open air cafe (or the Hard Rock Cafe) and had a long chat (or rant) about the meaning of life and all the beauty in the world (or about the drunk guy at the bar who couldn't stop leering.) We exchanged phone numbers (or email addresses) and promised to keep in touch.
Some moments you just never forget.
Wait, who was I talking about?
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A word to the wise ain't necessary - it's the stupid ones who need the advice.
--Bill Cosby
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