SAGE
MAY 8TH, 2017 WAS TOM OF FINLAND’S 89TH BIRTHDAY!
AS MY DEAR READERS KNOW- TOM OF FINLAND IS THE HISTORIC ARTIST THAT BROUGHT BDSM LEATHER & HOMOEROTIC IMAGERY TO “MUNDANES.”
I.E.- THE MASSES.
IN CELEBRATION, THE TOM OF FINLAND FOUNDATION WAS HOSTING A PRIVATE PARTY AT THE HOUSE HE LIVED TOWARDS THE LATER PART OF HIS LIFE.
I KNEW IT WOULD BE FUN & KINKY.
I TOOK THE #2 BUS TO ECHO PARK, PURPOSELY ARRIVING AT SUNSET BOULEVARD & ECHO PARK AVE 2 HOURS EARLY.
THERE’S THIS HIPSTER CAFE ON THE CORNER CALLED “DINETTE.”
IT’S ONE OF MANY MINIMAL STYLED MILLENNIAL HOT SPOTS. THEY HAVE A FEW UNCOMFORTABLE CHAIRS AND SMALL TABLES OUTSIDE, BUT NO PUBLIC RESTROOM. TO ORDER YOU’RE REQUIRED TO WALK UP TO A BULLET-PROOF GLASS BOOTH AND TALK TO A “BARISTA” THRU A MIC.
SIMILAR TO A MULTI-PLEX THEATER.
IT’S ALL VERY COLD AND IMPERSONAL.
YOU’RE PROBABLY ASKING- WHY DOES HE GO THERE?
THIS IS THE ONLY PLACE I’VE BEEN ABLE TO FIND MARIAGE FRERES TEA
IN LOS ANGELES!
IF YOU KNOW ME YOU KNOW I HAVE A TEA FETISH.
I’VE BEEN A DAILY TEA DRINKER SINCE 1996.
(REMIND ME TO TELL THAT STORY ANOTHER DAY)
I RELUCTANTLY ACCEPT THE AUSTERE ENVIRONMENT IN ORDER TO LANGUISH
IN THEIR TEA.
MUCH TO MY CHAGRIN DINETTE WAS CLOSED! IT WASN’T EVEN 5PM- WTF? BESIDES BEING COLD, HIDING BEHIND GLASS, WITHOUT A PUBLIC RESTROOM, THEY CLOSE EARLY! WHO THE FUCK DO THEY THINK THEY ARE?
A BANK!
NOW WHAT WAS I GONNA DO? I STILL HAD TWO HOURS TO KILL BEFORE THE CELEBRATION.
SINCE I WAS NOW JONESING FOR TEA I WALKED ONE BLOCK WEST TO THIS PLACE CALLED “SAGE.” HAVE YOU BEEN THERE? I THINK IT’S A VEGAN CAFE. THERE’S ALLOT OF GREEN AND THE INTERIOR IS SIMILARLY AUSTERE.
THIS MUST BE THE TREND FOR 2017- BARE BONES AS POSSIBLE- NO WARMTH.
THE PLACE IS SO MINIMAL IT MAKES ME WANT TO THROW A FEW DOILIES AROUND JUST TO FUCK WITH THEM.
I WALK IN. I SEE LOOSE TEA IN JARS. THIS IS A GOOD SIGN. THE TEA WILL BE GOOD. I WAIT IN LINE. IN FACT I’M THE ONLY PERSON IN LINE. I’M ALSO THE OLDEST PERSON BY 30 YEARS, AND PERHAPS THE FATTEST. BY 60LBS,
( I WEIGH 180). THERE’S A VERY DISINTERESTED GIRL BEHIND THE REGISTER, BUT SHE IGNORES ME…. FOR A WHILE….
BEHIND ME IS A LATIN KID WITH A MAN BUN, ACCOMPANIED BY A BLACK LADY AND HER BABY. I ASSUME THEY ARE MARRIED.
“EXCUSE ME!” THE LATIN KID WITH A MAN-BUN BELLOWS, LIKE AS IF I’M IN THE WAY. I MOVE TO THE SIDE OF THE DISPLAY CASE, PRETTY MUCH CRUSHING THE DISPLAY.
THIS ACTION CAUSES THE DISINTERESTED GIRL BEHIND THE COUNTER TO FINALLY TALK TO ME, “CAN I HELP YOU?” SHE SAYS EVER SO GLIBLY.
“YES, I’LL HAVE A CUP OF EARL GREY TEA TO GO”
I RESPOND QUICK BEFOR SHE LOSES INTEREST.
“YOU’D LIKE AN EARL GREY TEA?” SHE SAYS WITHOUT LOOKING UP.
“YES,” I REPLY.
(DIDN’T I JUST SAY THAT?)
“IS THAT FOR HERE OR TO GO?” SHE ASKS.
TO GO, I REPLY LIKE THE SPEED OF LIGHT.
(DIDN’T I JUST SAY THAT?)
SHE RINGS THE ORDER UP ON HER “SQUARE”
YOU WOULD THINK IT WAS A SWISS BANK TRANSACTION THE WAY SHE HAD TO HIT SO MANY BUTTONS- SO MANY ENTRIES, WITH SO MUCH INFORMATION.
“THAT WILL BE $3 DOLLARS AND 69 CENTS.” I GIVE HER A $5 BILL.
ANOTHER LONG TRANSACTION.
AFTER A WHILE SHE HANDS ME A RECEIPT THATS 2 FEET LONG!
I ONLY ORDERED A TEA! IMAGINE IF I ORDERED A FULL MEAL. IT WOULD’VE BEEN AS THICK AS THE 911 COMMISSION CATALOG.
WITHOUT LOOKING AT ME SHE HANDS ME THIS LONG-ASS RECEIPT AND MY CHANGE. WITHOUT LOOKING AT ME, SHE WALKS BY ME AND LEAVES...
THE RESTAURANT!
I AM STILL THE ONLY PERSON WAITING IN LINE..
THE LATIN KID WITH A MAN BUN IS WALKING TOWARDS ME WITH A HIGH CHAIR. NOT JUST ANY OL’ HIGH CHAIR, THIS ONE LOOKS LIKE AN IKEA DESIGN-
MINIMAL, BLOND WOOD. HE BELLOWS AT ME ONCE AGAIN, “EXXXXXCCCUUUSSSEE MMMEEEEE!”
I’M NOT SURE WHERE TO MOVE SO I MOVE BEHIND THE REGISTER.
THIS IS STILL NOT ENOUGH ROOM FOR HIM TO PASS AS HE SLAMS THE IKEA HIGH CHAIR INTO THE COUNTER.
I GUESS IT’S NOT IKEA BECAUSE IT DIDN’T FALL APART, BUT THE COUNTER IS DENTED. HE SEEMS LIKE HE WANTS TO TAKE THIS OUT ON ME.
THE BLACK LADY HAS ALREADY BEEN SEATED. THE LATIN KID WITH A MAN BUN PUTS THE BLACK BABY INTO THE IKEA-LIKE HIGH CHAIR.
I’M THE ONLY PERSON STANDING IN THE ENTIRE RESTAURANT. BTW MOST OF THE TABLES ARE FULL, BUT THE VIBE IS NOT JOVIAL.
THERE’S AN UNDERLINE TENSION IN THE ROOM.
THE FENG SHUI IS OFF.
I’VE NOW BEEN WAITING SO LONG I FEEL LIKE COBWEBS ARE FORMING.
THERE’S A LATINA BARISTA MAKING SOMETHING, BUT IT’S DEFINITELY NOT FOR ME.
THERE’S A GAGGLE OF HIPSTER SERVERS WHO SEEM TO HAVE AN ORDER CONFUSED. IT’S TAKING 6 OF THEM TO FIGURE IT OUT!
AFTER A WHILE, AND I MEAN A LONG WHILE, THE LATIN KID WITH A MAN BUN GETS UP FROM THE TABLE WITH THE BLACK LADY AND HER BABY AND WALKS PASS ME, (LIKE I’M INVISIBLE) AND STANDS BEHIND THE REGISTER.
HE WORKS HERE!!
IN A WHILE HE SAYS TO ME- HALF-HEARTED. “DO YOU NEED ANYTHING?”
(DOES HE THINK I’M HOMELESS??)
“I ORDERED AN EARL GREY TEA LONG AGO, BUT NO ONE SEEMS TO CARE,”
I SAY DRYLY.
HE DOESN’T LIKE MY TONE. WHAT A SURPRISE.
“LET ME SEE YOUR RECEIPT,” HE SAYS WITHOUT LOOKING AT ME.
HE’S ACTING LIKE I HAVE COOTIES.
BTW- HE IS NOT MARRIED TO THE BLACK LADY WITH THE BABY.
TURNS OUT HE’S GAY ON THE ARROGANT, QUEENIE SIDE.
I HAND HIM MY PHONE BOOK LENGTH RECEIPT. YOU WOULD THINK HE WAS DECODING THE ATOM BOMB THE WAY HE LOOKED AT IT LIKE IT WAS SO FOREIGN. “WHAT IS YOUR NAME?” HE ASKS.
“RICK,” I RESPOND.
HE SAYS IN SPANISH TO THE BARISTA, “DO YOU HAVE AN ORDER FOR RICK?”
“NO SE’, SHE RESPONDS WITHOUT LOOKING UP.
HE RELUCTANTLY TURNS BACK TO ME, “WHAT DID YOU ORDER?”
“AN EARL GREY TEA TO GO,”
(IT SAYS IT ON THE RECEIPT.)
“WHEN DID YOU ORDER IT?” HE SOUNDS LIKE A LAWYER.
“A WHILE AGO,” I SAY.
(THE TIME IS LISTED ON THE RECIEPT.)
“WHO DID YOU ORDER THIS FROM?” HE’S RELENTLESS.
“THIS GIRL, BUT SHE SEEMS TO HAVE LEFT.” I SAY EXASPERATED.
“HE ASKS THE LATINA BARISTA IN SPANISH, “DO YOU HAVE A TICKET FOR AN EARL GREY TEA TO GO FOR RICK?”
“NO SE’, “ SHE RESPONDS.
“THE GIRL THAT TOOK MY ORDER DIDN’T ASK FOR MY NAME, “ I SAY.
THIS WAS A MISTAKE. NOW HE’S COMPLETELY THROWN FOR A LOOP.
“SHE DIDN’T? THAT’S WEIRD. WHY NOT? .
HE’S ACTING LIKE I’M ON A WITNESS STAND.
I’VE HAD IT, “I DON’T KNOW, BUT NEVER-MIND. PLEASE JUST GIVE ME MY MONEY BACK. “
HE LOOKS AT ME LIKE I’M A GREEN-HEADED MONSTER.
WITH AS MUCH ATTITUDE HAS HE CAN MUSTER, (AND HE HAS ALLOT) HE SAYS TO ME, “ THE MANAGER IS NOT HERE RIGHT NOW. SHE’ S THE ONLY ONE AUTHORIZED TO GIVE OUT REFUNDS.
YOU WILL HAVE TO WAIT FOR HER.”
I NOW REALIZE THE MANAGER IS THE DISINTERESTED GIRL THAT TOOK MY ORDER AND LEFT!
“WHEN IS SHE COMING BACK?” I ASK HELPLESSLY.
AS COLD AS ICE HE SAYS, “I DON’T KNOW.”
“ LOOK BUDDY. THIS IS RIDICULOUS JUST GIVE ME BACK MY MONEY”
THERE IS NOW A MILLENNIAL GIRL BEHIND ME, SHE IS PLUGGED INTO HER DEVICE. SHE IS VISUALLY TRAUMATIZED BY MY DEBATE WITH THIS MAN BUN KID.
HE WALKS PASS ME LIKE THERE’S A GLASS PARTITION BETWEEN US.
“MAY I HELP YOU,” HE ASKS THE TRAUMATIZED MILLENNIAL.
SHE NODS LIKE AS IF SHE WAS DROWNING IN WATER.
HE ESCORTS HER TO A TABLE.
WHEN HE FINALLY COMES BACK HE’S PLANNING TO IGNORE ME AGAIN.
“CAN I PLEASE HAVE MY MONEY BACK?, I’M SORTA PLEADING.
HE STARTS TO WALK BY ME, “ I RAISE MY VOICE AND SAY,
“GIVE ME MY MONEY BACK”
I PLACED MY INDEX FINGER ON HIS SHOULDER AND HE SCREAMS,
“DO NOT TOUCH ME.”
OH BOY…
“JUST GIVE ME MY MONEY BACK AND I’LL LEAVE,” I SAY.
HE STATES TO ME, "YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO TALK TO ME ANYMORE.”
I AM NOT TALKING TO YOU.
(DID WE JUST BREAK UP?)
“ I DON’T WANT TO TALK TO YOU. I MERLEY WANT MY MONEY BACK,” I RETORTE.
I FEEL LIKE I’M IN THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
I WOULD’VE VERBALIZED THIS, BUT I’M SURE NONE OF THESE KIDS WOULD KNOW THE REFERENCE.
THE LATIN KID WITH THE MAN BUN WALKS AWAY.
I AM SO STYMIED AS TO THIS WHOLE EVENT.
I ONLY WANTED A CUPPA TEA! HOW DID IT GET TO THIS?
EXASPERATED I WALK OVER TO THE GAGGLE OF SKINNY SERVERS IN SKINNY BLACK JEANS. BETWEEN THE 6 OF THEM THEY PROBABLE WEIGH ALL OF 400LBS.
THEY ARE NOW AS A GROUP TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW ANOTHER ORDER WAS DONE WRONG.
AS A CUSTOMER I NOW KNOW HOW IT HAPPENS.
I ASK THEM AS A GROUP, “WHERE IS YOUR MANAGER?”
THEY KINDA LOOK AT ME LIKE A GROUP OF STARVING DEER IN HEADLIGHTS. ANOTHER SKINNY SERVER IS WALKING TOWARDS ME. I USE MY BODY AS A ROADBLOCK AND SAY, “ CAN YOU PLEASE DIRECT ME TO YOUR MANAGER?”
THE SKINNY SERVER IN SKINNY BLACK JEANS LOOKS AROUND THE CAFE WITH A HOPELESS LOOK ON HIS FACE.
“SHE’S NOT HERE RIGHT NOW.”
“SHE’S NOT HERE RIGHT NOW.”
I AM SO DESPERATE I WALK BACK TO THE REGISTER AND TRY TO FLAG DOWN THE LATINA BARISTA. “EXCUSE ME. EXCUSE ME, “ I’M TRYING TO GET HER ATTENTION.
THE ATTITUDE LATIN KID WITH A MAN BUN SEES THIS AND BRISKLY WALKS BACK TO ME. I GUESS IT’S A SAGE FAUX PAS TO ENGAGE THE BARISTA.
HE STANDS NEXT TO ME, BUT IGNORES ME.
I TURN TO HIM- "DUDE, JUST GIVE ME MY MONEY BACK,” I IMPLORE HIM.
THE LATINA BARISTA ASKS HIM IN SPANISH.
“QUE PROBLEMA?
( WHAT’S THE PROBLEM?)
HE RESPONDS TO HER IN SPANISH,
“ HE DIDN’T GET HIS TEA SO HE WANTS HIS MONEY BACK.”
THIS IS WHAT THE LATINA BARISTA SAYS TO THE LATIN ATTITUDE KID WITH A MAN BUN, IN SPANISH-
“WELL, GIVE IT TO HIM.”
IN SPANISH HE ASKS HER, ”HOW MUCH IS IT?”
(HE’S HOLDING THE RECEIPT IN HIS HAND.)
THE LATINA BARISTA SAYS, “NO SE’,” HOW WOULD SHE?
I RESPOND TO THE LATIN KID WITH ATTITUDE & MAN BUN, IN ENGLISH,
“$3 AND 69CENTS.
ACTING LIKE I’M NOT THERE, HE OPENS THE REGISTER LIKE IT WAS FORT KNOX AND COUNTS OUT THREE DOLLARS AND 69CENTS LIKE AS IF IT WAS A LEVEL 8 SECURITY RISK. HE FINALLY HANDS ME BACK MY MONEY TRYING HIS BEST NOT TO TOUCH MY PALM.
I SAY TO THE LATIN KID WITH ATTITUDE AND MAN BUN,
“THANK YOU. I WILL NEVER TALK TO YOU NOR STEP FOOT IN THIS NIGHTMARISH PLACE EVER AGAIN."
LIKE A PUFF OF BLACK SMOKE I AM GONE.
I AM EXHAUSTED.
DAZED & CONFUSED I WALK SUNSET BOULEVARD AIMLESSLY.
I STILL HAVE TWO HOURS TO KILL AND DIDN’T GET MY TEA.
I START TO CHECK OUT THE OTHER HIPSTER CAFES IN THE AREA. ONE CALLED PINK BOTTLE OR SOMETHING. TOO MANY PEOPLE ON THEIR IPONES.
IT LOOKS LIKE IT WILL BE ANOTHER DISASTER.
I WALK ONE BLOCK PASS ECHO PARK AVE AND SPOT - WOODCAT COFFEE BAR.
I ENTER. IMMEDIATELY THE BARISTA GREETS ME.
OK THEY’RE YOUNG, BUT NICE.. GOOD START.
I ASK HIM IF THEY HAVE TEA AND HE PROUDLY SHOWS ME THE MENU.
THEY DON’T HAVE EARL GREY SO I ORDER ENGLISH BREAKFAST.
THE TEA IS ONLY $3.50. NO TAX. THE CUTE-NICE BARISTA IS MAKING MY TEA.
YOU WOULD THINK IT WAS A SCIENCE PROJECT...
HOW IS IT THAT TEA IN LOS ANGELES IS SUCH AN OTHERWORLDLY ITEM TO FIGURE OUT?
COFFEE BREWING SEEMS LIKE IT WOULD BE MUCH MORE LABOR INTENSIVE.
“YOUR TEA WILL BE UP SHORTLY SIR,” THE NICE-CUTE BARISTA SAYS TO ME.
THEY HAVE 4 CAST IRON PARTRIDGES ON A TIERED CADDY.
I HAVE ONE, BUT HAD NEVER SEEN THEM ANYWHERE ELSE.
THEY’RE VERY RARE.
TO PASS THE TIME I START SMALL TALK.
“HOW MUCH ARE THESE?” I INQUIRE.
THE CUTE-NICE BARISTA LOOKS AT THEM LIKE HE’S NEVER NOTICED THEM BEFORE.
“ OH…. HUMM.. WELL… THOSE ARE NOT FOR SALE. THE OWNER COLLECTS THEM.” HE SAYS.
“AWWW- WELL YOU HAVE SO MANY. I HAVE ONE THAT’S LARGER. I’VE NEVER SEEN THEM ANYWHERE ELSE,” I SAY PROUDLY.
THE CUTE-NICE BARISTA IS INTRIGUED,
“ I’VE ACTUALLY NEVER NOTICED THEM BEFORE, BUT THEY’RE VERY COOL. WHAT ARE THEY MADE OF?"
“CAST IRON,” I REPLY. “MINE HAS A NICE WEIGHT TO IT. PEOPLE LOVE TO HOLD IT.
IT HAS A STRESS RELIEVING EFFECT."
THE OTHER BARISTA- LONG-HAIRED GUY THAT LOOKS LIKE A YOUNG LEMMY FROM MOTORHEAD IS ALSO INTERESTED IN OUR CONVERSATION.
“KOOL.” HE NODS A HEAD-BANGING APPROVAL.
AFTER AWHILE THE NICE-CUTE BARISTA BRINGS ME MY CUPPA TEA.
“HERE YOU GO SIR,” HE IS ALL SMILES.
NOW I KNOW WHY IT TOOK SO LONG. THEY REMOVED THE TEA FROM THE CUP SO YOU CANNOT ASK FOR REFILLS. I’VE NOTICED MANY PLACES NOW DO THIS.
BTW- THE TEA WAS BAGGED.
THANK YOU I SAY AND GIVE HIM $3.50.
“COME BACK AGAIN!” THE NICE-CUTE BARISTA AND THE HEAVY METAL BARISTA SMILE AT ME. THEY ARE BOTH SEXY AND SWEET.
I DECIDE TO SIT OUTSIDE ON A WOOD BENCH.
MAYBE THIS IS WHY IT’S CALLED WOODCAT?
NOW I’M SITTING ON THE WOOD BENCH, I TAKE A SIP OF ME TEA.
IT IS LIKE 1000 DEGREES! I BURN MY TONGUE.
I AM REMINDED OF THAT LADY WHO ORDERED COFFEE FROM MCDONALDS A FEW YEARS BACK. IT SPILLED ON HER LAP AND SHE GOT 3RD DEGREE BURNS ON HER VAGINA. SHE SUED AND WON MILLIONS.
I’M NOT GOING TO DO THAT, BUT IT WAS SCOLDINGLY HOT.
MY TONGUE WAS NUMB FOR 2 DAYS.
AS THIS IS HAPPENING A MILLENNIAL WEARING GLASSES AND PLAID SHIRT DRIVES UP IN A COMPACT SUV. HAVE YOU SEEN THESE? I THINK I’M DESCRIBING IT ACCURATELY. THEY HAVE THESE NEW MODEL SUV’S THAT ARE MINI SIZED, SO YOU DON’T LOOK LIKE A MORONIC ASSHOLE LIKE ARNOLD SCHWARZENEGGER FROM THE 80S. ISN’T HE THE ONE THAT MADE SUV’S POPULAR?
HE’S MAKING A REALLY BIG DEAL ABOUT HIS PARKING …
DECIDING IF HE SHOULD USE COIN OR CREDIT CARD FOR THE METER.
HE CHOOSES CREDIT.
HIS BODY LANGUAGE IS UPTIGHT. AS HE WALKS IN HE EYES WHERE I’M SITTING.
I CAN TELL HE WANTS THE EXACT SPOT WHERE I’M SITTING, BUT I’M NOT SURE WHY. HE COMES OUT WITH A CUP OF MEXICAN COFFEE WITH SWIRLY FOAM DESIGN AND A BOTTLE OF SELTZER WATER FROM OAXACA.
I KNOW THIS, BECAUSE THE LABEL SAYS- OAXACAN SELTZER WATER.
HE MUST’VE SPENT $12 DOLLARS ON THESE ITEMS THAT YOU COULD PICK UP AT ANY PANDERIA FOR $2 TOPS.
RELUCTANTLY HE PLACES HIS BEVERAGES ON THE BENCH NEXT TO ME AND WALKS BACK INSIDE. BRINGING OUT A TALL WOOD TABLE, HE PLACES IT RIGHT NEXT TO ME. HE PLACES HIS OVER PRICED ITEMS ATOP THE TALL WOOD TABLE, AND WALKS BACK TO HIS SUV.
THE UPTIGHT MILLENNIAL OPENS HIS MINI SUV HATCH AND THERE IS HIS DOG.
IT LOOKS LIKE A DESIGNER PIT BULL. IT’S VERY NEUROTIC.
LIKE DOG- LIKE OWNER.
HE LEASHES HIS DOG TO A BUILT IN DOG LEASH RING DIRECTLY NEXT TO ME. THERE IS ALSO A STAINLESS STEEL DOGGIE WATER BOWL.
NOW I UNDERSTAND WHY HE WAS LOOKING AT ME WITH SUCH RAGE.
I STAND UP AND SAY, “ WOULD YOU LIKE TO TRADE PLACES WITH ME SO YOUR DOGGIE CAN HAVE SOME WATER?”
DURING THIS ENTIRE TIME THE UPTIGHT MILLENNIAL WEARING GLASSES AND PLAID SHIRT IS LOOKING AT HIS IPHONE WITH HEADSET PLUGGED IN.
WITHOUT LOOKING UP THIS IS WHAT HE SAYS TO ME,
“MUMMMFF.”
I TAKE IT AS A YES AND MOVE.
AM I JUST A BITTER OLD MAN NOT ACCEPTING MODERN LOS ANGELES?
PERHAPS DEAR READERS YOU THINK I AM. WHAT I’M TRYING TO SAY IS-
I MISS THE ECHO PARK WHEN I LIVED THERE BACK IN THE 80S. MY RENT WAS $400 DOLLARS. THE COMMUNITY WAS AS DIVERSE AS YOU COULD GET.
PEOPLE WERE NICE AND HAD CONVERSATIONS.
IF THEY DIDN’T UNDERSTAND WHERE YOU WERE COMING FROM IT WAS BECAUSE THEY DIDN’T SPEAK ENGLISH, AND I’M FINE WITH THAT.
MILLENNIALS HAVE GROWN UP WITH IPADS AS THEIR COMPANIONS.
THEY HAVEN’T THE SOCIAL SKILLS ENGAGING IN RT. (REAL TIME).
THEY’RE THIN SKINNED AND OVERREACT TO EVERYTHING- GOOD OR BAD.
IF YOU’RE GOING TO GENTRIFY A LONG ESTABLISHED COMMUNITY,
DO IT WITH KINDNESS AND BE COURTEOUS.
THESE ARE GOLDEN RULES- THAT HAVE BEEN FOLLOWED SINCE LIFE BEGAN.
NOT SINCE THE LATEST IPHONE 8.
RICK CASTRO- COPYRIGHT- JUNE, 2017
RICK CASTRO- COPYRIGHT- JUNE, 2017
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