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Call me Billy till my 25th birthday,

Then only refer to me as Bill thereafter.

I'll die a William.

Two men meet in a park and exchange hand shakes, pleasantries, and Small talk.

They talk about burning wood for antique steam engines.

Until one of them men explains that this park is named after him

Because he donated a lot of money to rebuild it after a natural disaster.

The other man becomes excited and embraces the hand of the gentleman

Who just explained that the park was named after him with both hands

And says

"Oh, it's very nice to meet you then."

I understand why musicians, playwrights, writers, poets, and painters create art about love. I didn't before, but with my world closing in around me I'm finding new values.

He said "You don't have any wood here. I used wood for heat down in South Dakota. I had two piles, and my splitting pile was twice the area of this. Yeah I did so much splitting I was thinking about just takin' a tree and shoving it crown first into the pit and just feed it in like that, heh heh heh."

I'm going to make a documentary called "Shopping Carts," and it's going to be about the homeless and their life experiences with shopping carts. It will be an optimistic documentary and will not directly commentate on the surface issues that cause homelessness but instead will commentate through noncommentation. I will need people who are interesting and watchable. I think the homeless out there have a lot of very good stories about their interactions with shopping carts. I would watch this documentary.