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You old fuck

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Actually my older brother was a hippie and played all this stuff, in the sixties, so I was exposed to everything, and he was a concert nut and always took me.

How many people can say they saw the Rolling Stones in 1972 you feel me?

He has a massive vinyl collection worth thousands.

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Shit I got more 45's than you can imagine, Gave away all my albums long ago.

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Time waits for no one, not even you.

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I'll wait for anyone, even forever.

Waiting is one of my favorite activities.

I could wait for anyone or anything.

I could use my time Waiting for a person to arrive, or an event to happen, and I could fill out crosswords while I wait.

I could write a poem, or a short story, or even kill a man, while I am waiting.

Or I could be comfy and cozy, in my bed, watching Netflix until the end.

While I am waiting.

I'll wait as a long as I fucking like, and I'll do whatever the fuck I want, and I'll wait and wait and wait and when the End Comes.

You'll see what I've been waiting for.

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But then you aren't waiting... You are busy doing all kinds of shit instead of waiting???

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This is the paradox of waiting.

Are you killing time, or is time killing you?