American gentleman on the train. He was
proud of his daughter, making feature films and living out her father’s
artistic side, along with his musician son. He was in finance. He’d made a
choice: music or money. He had a gentle face and voice to go with it. Direct,
though. I liked him.
Lots. Of. Work.
Been up too long. Tired, but happy. The
internet has stopped. It’s saying ‘GO TO BED, YOU NOB!’ I’ll heed it
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