My wake up call was a request from an inquirer, topped with a stunning Scottish sunrise. Why do we owe you anything?
Ya German pussy! It's just a bug!
The easy answer is you don't. I'm Doc DueFuckAll. You owe me nothing. Kind of like the drunk driver who said, just one more drink.
If you want to understand, the following is one explanation. Could be yours. Might be mine. I could write another explanation tomorrow and the day after. There are many reasons, many explanations. One of them is you don't owe me nuttin'. Unless you want
to awake.
The pawn shop owner didn't and doesn't owe him anything. The owner realised that if the owner wanted to hear one of Country music's greatest lyrcists play music from the Gods, the owner owes the gift to himself of giving the guitar to Guy. That's why.
& not just Guy. When someone, whom you are certain is deserving, comes into your shop and asks for a product that you know corporate is going to donate to the community fridge, food pantry, etc., you can take it upon yourself to give the supplicant food. Not too much. Not too often. Just enough to make the world go 'round. A or no.
Kindness teaches more. Remember, the easy kind thing is often not the best kind thing. I have a sister. You know where you stand with her. Always. Almost every nanosecond of every conversation one can feel her certitude. She knows who she is. What she is. Does she make mistakes? Of course. Nonetheless, if you're speaking with her and speak nonsense she will know. She might not call you out. Then again she might. She's a teacher. Perhaps the greatest profession known to God. I love her very deeply.
I miss you sis. & please tell your husband, if he werent such a pussy, he'd be ridin' wit me.
