|On the contrary . . .
||[Sep. 8th, 2012|11:05 pm]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
I think you’ve got Fabulous down. Any more would be too much. Any less would be . . . well . . . less.
. . .
“I value him very highly, more than anyone I know. He understands everything and judges nothing. He knows and cares, but mostly he's just there. If you try to tell this kind of shit to a normal friend or relative, the first thing you get is this running around with hysterical hand waving, ‘I just don’t understand how anyone could do such a thing, Why would anybody . . . ? What were you thinking . . . ?’ He knows exactly what might drive somebody to do such a thing. He may have done such a thing. And, even if he hasn’t, he knows that hysterical histrionics are a dance the ‘counselor’ must do and are of no benefit whatsoever to the counselee or the general public. He’s a third my age and he knows shit most people never find out.”