The show went on without a hitch, except being stopped at the guardhouse, I managed to convince the guards that I don't look like a terrorist and certainly no backpack with suspiciously looking detonator hanging out of my car window, I was in the studio 15 minutes late.
Anyway, Vivian and I ended up talking about friends and my work in the last decade. While we lament our losses and ill-doings, we find strength to move on.
Such, is life.
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