I was just reading a pleasant little article about bipolar artist and musician Daniel Johnston when I got a call. I get calls sometimes. It's my job now.
I answer with my normal stupid greeting, and the person on the other line says something in a language I can't possibly understand that sounds like "happy kistani." And suddenly my pleasant little escapist fantasy comes crashing down.
I suppose it's good to have a firm grounding in reality and the vast disparity between the peoples of the world, but it's not the kind of thing you should surprise someone with. You should surprise someone with pizza or ice cream.
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