By the time he wrote 600 songs he started to feel confident but not arrogant. Not like Sheila who shushed people at the open stage insinuating they were missing her greatness. The greatness of her three string ukulele. She had a penetrating glare like as if her eyes saw the condition of your liver. One time she made a newbie cry because he felt unwelcome, it was just the unsmiling eyes, though some might argue such this is not possible. Eyes only view and measure distance they insist, if there is judgement it comes from the tongue. Isn’t the tongue the one pronouncing the judgemental conclusions? When the bouncer asks should I throw this guy out? The tongue is the one that agreed. Originally hers was a four string instrument but one snapped when she looked at it the wrong way and instead of fixing it she instead fixed her attention. A unique ukulele experience. His 601rst song was about Facebook posts and how you can’t address the most emotional political issues without all hell breaking loose. That did not mean he did not have an opinion, it just meant if he could choose his own death it would not be by Facebook.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"