He asked me if I would be in the city in the next couple of weeks before he left.
He doesn’t know what to do with you, my assistant said.
Good luck, was all I wrote, and for the second time, that was goodbye for us.
I don’t think I’ll ever see him again, I said to my assistant. I realized I didn’t care now, but someday I would think back to this moment and feel sad.
I rarely give out my cards anymore. I figure if people want to get in touch with me, they can figure it out.
If I’m gonna work with someone, I have to be able to understand what they’re saying. That’s my #1 criteria.
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