Oz, a surprise five knuckles is more affective than one finger, unless that one finger is thrust into the area concealing the corotid artery region.
One finger can send them to a dirt nap or a coma if you hold back.
Remember how you just saved a life, by being so damn, mother fucking forgiving to them. You're the hero. You win.
Oz is never going to talk to me again. I just know it.
Well, I'll get a bit more fuck off, but shit, man! I like the guy. I would like to have a conversation and settle what differences he feels we hold.
I just do not want to be cross ways with anyone anymore and other than something political or religious, which doesn't matter in a free world, I see no difference between most people. People have to look for differences to fight about. If you look for 'sames," there will be little left to fight about. Share music and fire and food and the view of the moon. Fights are over.
I am not sure about the rest of the world, Oz, but I like the world better with you in it, flying your colors!
I say, "Peace, friend!" Let's let that happen.
I am not making fun of you, pal. I mean this truly. Hell, I would like to pick your brain some at times. You know more than me about a lot of things.
Yeah, the first part is a joke, but you could smile, anyway.
