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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 134 of 307 are all so eager to embrace but she had a kind of star quality that was captivating. Amigo, the familiar whisper. Nunca has hablado,con ella. The Buddha brought me back down to earth by reminding me that I had never even spoken with her. The Buddha is a true friend in my almost friendless universe. And he never seems too far away. "Gracias, Buddha. Te Necesito." "Y yo necesito un trago de mezcal." Whenever I'm about to feel a bit too infatuated with a girl that I have never spoken with, I remind myself of Lawrence Ferlinghetti's poem about him waltzing into some jazz joint that's clearly happening for some but not for him and he wants to leave but this woman comes up to him from behind and whispers kindly to him. The next morning he finds "she has bad teeth and really hates poetry." I feel dirty all over every time I read that poem. Ferlighetti is a genius. There, I've said it. I didn't find that poem until a copy of A Coney Island of The Mind dropped at my feet by accident in one of the used bookstores on Telegraph. Why hadn't a high school teacher shown me that poem? That's all it would have taken for me to keep my private bits locked behind the zipper. Instead I had to learn that same lesson on my own about three separate times. I'm a real bad judge |