We narrate everything. We play repeat on every innuendo. Tons of breaks (a little ADHD) just to make it through the day. We labor hard. Ramon Jamon el raton understands: he cleans compulsively and hoards. We each have our own hand in glove. We smoke until we choke, laughing like school girls 'bout poetry once too brilliant to share. We have a hard time tooting our own horns. Did you notice?
