[…] What kind of Barbadian was I? My own adage coming from his lips knocked me for six. I had to take a chill pill. Needless to say he has not returned any of my calls etc. You see, we don’t do stress. I understand. I am the same. I had a temporary lapse, being not long back home and forgetting who I was and where I was. To him I was likely coming over like a British Prat (Prattler) and he would have none of that. As for the ensuing rejection of my phone calls, as I say, I understand. I have done and do the same. Why fill your ears or space or time with whinging moaning stress-upped unproductive miserable verbiage and people? I mean, art is long and time is fleeting. […]
[…] What kind of Barbadian was I? My own adage coming from his lips knocked me for six. I had to take a chill pill. Needless to say he has not returned any of my calls etc. You see, we don’t do stress. I understand. I am the same. I had a temporary lapse, being not long back home and forgetting who I was and where I was. To him I was likely coming over like a British Prat (Prattler) and he would have none of that. As for the ensuing rejection of my phone calls, as I say, I understand. I have done and do the same. Why fill your ears or space or time with whinging moaning stress-upped unproductive miserable verbiage and people? I mean, art is long and time is fleeting. […]
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