My roommate told me that he’d give me up before he’d give up cigarettes and he doesn’t even smoke.
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I used to buy swedish fish for a penny each at the corner pharmacy. I’d just reach in and grab out a few, toss some pennys on the counter and be on my way. They were always stale. I am thoroughly against “good ol’ days” ruminations, but if I weren’t, I’d bring this story up far more often.
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I had a music teacher in Paris who when I walked in the first day he said to me, “What’s your name and what are we working on?” I explained that I was a new student, Tim, and I had no assignments yet. He said, “Great!” and got me started on choral analysis of Bach chorals. The next week, I came in, same questions, “What’s your name and what are we working on?” Bach chorals. The week after, “What’s your name and what are we working on?” And then each week after for months, “What’s your name and what are we working on.” When it came time for grading at the end of the year, my report simply said, “I have no recollection of having ever seen a student with that name.”
