Out of a locker-room area in the City, I once heard this piece of a song arise, “Oh, I got a .22 caliber brain, and .38 caliber needs.”
Life probably pays the most attention to those who pay the most attention to it.
Once heard a guy in the City say that he had to hurry away from a brewing argument before a “fight broke out in his brain.”
In the City, solutions inevitably become part of the problem.
If you’re mad at something, it won’t speak to you…and tell you what it knows.