Last night I went out for a pack of cigarettes and I never came back.

Someone's joke? It has to be.

Steven Wright?

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Flowers make us happy.

Those wily scientists always get to the bottoms of things, don't they?

Mmmmmmmmmmmm daisies for breakfast....

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I regularly get hit on by nice Russian gentlemen. Nice and well ... you could call them outgoing.

"You speak Russian?"

Delivered in what might be described as a spirited and playful growl/bark.

"Um, no."

Smile.

"You should learn!"

Oh ha ha ha ha ha. Smile.

It cracks me up.

They must think I'm Russian because I hang out in the Richmond, dress interestingly and am all plush-style.

Maybe I am Russian.

In any case, I treat these interactions as compliments.

I find these days that I am regularly charmed by what others might consider "bad" behavior--especially when old women pretend not to see me on Clement Street. They're doing what they do. I can't see them either, but somehow I manage not to bump into them.

Bad behavior is doing violence.

Bad behavior is not this.

If this is growing older, I like it.

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People like that think they know a lot about you.

Yeah, funny ...

And the thing is, they do and they don't.