I’m on a date with my new friend … I took him to Horizons. We’re walking around in the garden behind the restaurant and my cell phone rings. It’s Katie. “What’s the name of that song by that German woman that was on that album?”
“What, “Wir Leben Immer Noch”? I say.
“Yeah, how do you spell that?”
I spell it for her. Buddy is looking at me like I am wacky.
Anyway, here it is. If it’s possible to play it at top volume…. do so!
The point being, I am expected to know everything. And I wish I didn’t enjoy that so much, it’s not like I’m God or anything.
