My banjo sits in the corner... waiting for me, silently.
No-no, don't you touch it just 'cos it's idle... or I'll break your fingers.
My banjo sits in the corner... waiting for me, silently.
(pause)
Silently, godamnit, silently.
Notes from an Aspergian before and after diagnosis. Same difference.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
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