In the End

Here’s the thing. I don’t know you, and you don’t me. And that’s the basis for most good relationships. Because the instant one person gets to know another, then there’s trouble. It’s best we never speak. Dear reader. Dear. May I call you that? Dear? No?

Welcome, reader, to my various yappings and meanderings and predilections. Though that last thing sounds sordid. Maybe it is sordid. You don’t know. None of us ever knows.

So I’m glad we’ve had this little chat. You and me. Let’s not call it the beginning. Let’s call it the end and start from there and go backwards.

P.S. don’t call me during the day…I won’t pick up.