Everyone has baggage. You, me, Chow Yun Fat. And you and me don't have the luxury of shooting our problems away with a gun in each hand.
But what if we did? What would be worse: having just one bad guy to shoot, or ten bad guys? Or twenty? Or a hundred? How many bad guys is too much?
In my opinion, it's not a question of how many bad guys—it's a question of how many bullets.
What is it about you that holds such sway over guys? What gives you this magic? This power?
We want to look away. We try to look away. Yet, like a magnet, you pull all the lead-headed guys towards you.
"Some of my female friends are so stupid."
I laughed. "Why do you say that dude?"
He sat up in his chair. "Because some of them have such unrealistic expectations."
"I think I know why people cheat."
"Oh?" I looked up from my lunch. "Do tell."
Jimmy cleared his throat. "Okay, here it goes."
Short answer: Hells NO.
Long answer: It depends. Don't lie to me and tell me you're over your ex-boyfriend, then have me find a photo of him in your camera, taken two days ago, with him standing half-nekkid in your apartment. That kind of thing is what we call denial, or a Big Fat Lie. I'm just sayin'.
Weekly random rambles, musings & writings of Mike Lee in San Francisco, CA