Random ramblings from an amateur rock-n-roll historian and critic,self-professed bourbon aficionado, blackberry growin', jam makin', sometime tie-die shirt makin', ex hippie wannabe, turned punk rock lovein', blues festival going, middle aged pudgy bald white guy who loves to wear Hawaiian shirts in the summertime and happens to be more Stax than Motown, more Alman Brothers than Skynard, more Stones than Beatles, more NASCAR than Baseball, more freeware than license keys...
Monday, October 30, 2017
Being taken
for granted doesn't just mean being ignored.
It also implies thinking someone will just continue to tolerate what you think they will.
Others have found out different.
It may have taken a while, but eventually?
They found out different.
Any Tell City crackhead could be taking me for granted.
If that's what I wanted?
I would have had it years ago.
You're fucking things up again Lucy.
It's not appreciated.
Not in the least.
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