Ja! Just det, jag har en blogg!
Nu vet ni (ni slösurfare som ramlade in på ett nötskal) iallafall vad jag lyssnar på.
To doo-listan är för lång för att skriva blogg. Så - ut i rusket och ta ett varv i skogen - och på återseende! :P

From a movie that talks to me

    CHARLIE
  I myself have yet to be lassoed.

He takes his flask out.

  . . . Got a sweetheart?

    BARTON
  No . . . I guess it's something about my
  work.  I get so worked up over it, I
  don't know; I don't really have a lot of
  attention left over, so it would be a
  little unfair . . .

    CHARLIE
  Yeah, the ladies do ask for attention. In
  my experience, they pretend to give it, but
  it's generally a smoke-screen for demanding
  it back - with interest.  How about family,
  Bart?  How're you fixed in that department?

Barton smiles.

    BARTON
  My folks live in Brooklyn, with my uncle.

    CHARLIE
  Mine have passed on.  It's just the three of
  us now . . .

He taps himself on the head, chuckling.

  . . . What's the expression - me myself and
  I.

    BARTON
  Sure, that's tough, but in a sense, we're
  all alone in this world aren't we Charlie?
  I'm often surrounded by family and friends,
  but . . .

He shrugs.

    CHARLIE
  Mm...You're no stranger to loneliness, then.
  I guess I got no beef; especially where the
  dames are concerned.  In my line of work I
  get opportunities galore - always on the
  wing, you know what I'm saying.  I could tell
  stories to curl your hair - but it looks
  like you've already heard 'em!

He laughs at his reference to Barton's curly hair, and pulls a dog-eared
photograph from his wallet.

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