October 10, 2008
“Frankly,” he said. He always starts his sentences this way. I’m not sure why, a habit I imagine. A bothersome, most annoying habit he has which I believe demonstrates a lack of vocabulary as well as a lack of passion. It’s getting to the point that I want to jab my finger into his chest and tell him “if you say that one more time.” What, what will be the threat, the consequence, the punishment. Frankly, I don’t know because I look into his eyes and I see my reflection; and I know there is a lesson here somewhere Buddha.