"PRACTICE YOUR INSTRUMENT."
"What do you mean, go out to eat? Home cooked food is fine, pfffft, it tastes better too."
"hey, Hey, HEY. Look at that asian and all their accomplishments! Why aren't you like that? Why you no doctor?"
As I was writing this, a mosquito flew onto my computer screen. I took my finger and smushed it, and now there's blood on my finger and computer. I felt a random need to share that. Ew, its dead body is on the table. Oh well.
Comment, vote, and add to library! Do it for the sake of the dead mosquito, honor his memory. Had it not been for me writing this chapter, it may have lived a happy life and not flown on my computer scree.
