"I looked to the stars, tried all of the bars, and I've finally gone up in smoke. Now my hand is on the wheel, of something that's real and I feel like I'm going home".
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Counting The Cost.
The new and gentler Babba is getting worn out. I now have people talking to me who previously been repelled by my aura of anger. Why are these silly people taking up my time with talk about their spouses, children, flooded basements, car problems, and money woes? Now that my defensive shield has been turned off a simple quick run to the break room for coffee can turn into a five minute confab.
Well, the word is out now. Bring your problems to Babba, he's the Oskar Schindler of the O.R. Life was sure easier when all I cared about were dogs and guns.
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Babba, you've kept this up for quite some time. How?
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