SofaGeorge
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About 17 years ago I was living in London. One day I was about to scrape the little scrap of lettuce and tomato that was left on my plate after lunch into the garbage. This old guy named Michael who lived in the house nearly had a heart attack when he saw me do this... and insisted that I give him these tiny scraps of vegetable so he could eat them later with his salad. after Michael left the room, my girlfriend saw the confused look on my face. She said, "Michael grew up during the War. You never throw away food." That memory has always stuck with me. I've never felt good about wasting food since.
Tonight, I went out to pizza with my neighbors. The pizza joint lost our order and we sat their for an hour and a half. The guys who ran the place felt really guilty... and brought out a bunch of free pitchers of beer. I honestly don't think I have ever been this drunk in my life.
Ask me anything. I will answer all your questions for you as I float in this moment between teh cosmos and the whispers of God.
Tonight, I went out to pizza with my neighbors. The pizza joint lost our order and we sat their for an hour and a half. The guys who ran the place felt really guilty... and brought out a bunch of free pitchers of beer. I honestly don't think I have ever been this drunk in my life.
Ask me anything. I will answer all your questions for you as I float in this moment between teh cosmos and the whispers of God.

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