I spoke on the phone to my friend Willie yesterday. He was in a good spot so after a minute he asked me how I was doing. I had to breathe into a paper bag for a few minutes, prone on the floor, to stop hyperventilating. When I had recovered my composure I shared what was going on in my life. Frankly, to paraphrase, I said something along these lines: "I spent all morning counting my diamonds, took a nap, and then tallied up my sacks of gold in the afternoon."
He said: "Hey, the next time I'm in a meeting can I tell everyone about the troubles of my friend Stevie Seaweed?"
I said: "When the phone rings and you see it's me, feel free to answer with 'Bleep you,' and then hang up.
The bonds of sobriety.
Maybe today I should do something nice for someone. And not tell them it was me.
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