oh and he quotes the Smiths, darling where does your kind come from and is there a in female form?
lovely.
Hi Aaron!
My apologies for not keeping in touch.
I must remember to remove that silencer from my 9mm Glock, and start shooting off my mouth again, it's way easier for friends to reply to.

The thing is, and I haven't told anyone, thus the silent mode, I'm reading this book and nodding my head and turning more pages whenever I can, and I am steadily defining 'service'. This is dredging up all sorts of Catholic temper tantrums, and finding Jesus still sounds like a bumper sticker,on the back of a Minivan, but just today I learned the meaning of 'casting your pearls before swine,' so now everything is different yyyyyyyyyyyttttttty (that's what Diesel, the cat, says.)
This is nothing like what I've tried to understand before.
So while I was thinking about this sitting in the truck in front of Import Tile, for my second time today, I zoned out and Service, did come to mind. Then in flooded the many other questions. How do I do this, who can I talk to, what exactly is my service, then I just handed it all over, and got out of the truck. I returned with 3 8 foot long by 4 foot wide pieces of metal lath, which would have destroyed the door already in the back of my truck, so I retrieved some cardboard from a bin. The the sales man usefully stood by. I think what happened next was quite Carl Jungian, because I'd found a chrysalis attached to the cardboard. I showed it to the man, he seemed interested but bored or workified, not willing to really care what I did with it. I looked at him. "I guess I am responsible for it!" He must have thought I was crazy because I walked away from him and began to remove the pupa. I set it on a tree, the man split, I packed my truck, then decided I'd take that little wiggly thing home and wait for it to open. I got in the car, and realized my actions.
Chrysalis: Be ready.