Where was this?
What happened to make it fall short?
For starters, it would explain why I talk the way I do, why I talk like other people like me, and why I cling to the things I cling to.
Ten years ago. At school. On a Saturday in March. We called it the breakfast club.
I’m not them, and you got nothing to support that except your dislike towards people who just happen to have certain similarities.
Why?
I don’t even know what master keys are in cryptography.
I don’t have a laptop.
And if you had a cat, you can name them Purr Lee.
There would be a difference between explaining just this part of the drama and explaining the whole thing. The latter is what I was saying I couldn’t do. The former was already summarized.
No Bruce Lee?
Take my word for it, it’s way too long to recap. We’d have a script longer than the first season of Avatar.
How did you find out you had schizophrenia?
Why are you afraid of water? Can you swim?
Danny DeVito.
I’ve never met a therapist that was helpful. They just throw stuff at the wall.
Why not?