Thursday, January 14, 2016

A Rose

“What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet” –Shakespeare “My hotel doesn't have a 13th Floor because of superstition, but c'mon man... People on the 14th Floor, you know what floor you're really on.” –Hedberg They are not garbage men, right? They are sanitation workers. I’m not manic-depressive, I am bipolar. Actually I have bipolar disorder. Please, we both know what mentally ill means – crazy. Don’t give me that shit.

1 comment:

  1. I've always maintained that the names we reserve for ourselves are really the only ones that matter.


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