“I interrupted you reading the paper at a restaurant and sat down to talk to you. I wanted you to write about me and my experiences but you didn’t seem too excited. I thought my story would be great. How could you forget?” J.H. — Madera
Let me put it this way: I’ll never forget that day you disturbed me to tell me about yourself, but I’ll keep trying.
“I get tired of reading about all your Zen wacko meditation. I think it’s un-American and I bet you’re not even a Christian. Ever been to a church?” (Note: he went on and on) Anonymous — Madera
Well, “if a tree falls in a forest and no one’s around,” wait, shhh, that’s the sound of me not caring what you think...