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ziq wrote (edited )

Fig trees always grow back from underground. There's a big one down the road that got totally incinerated 2 years ago and it grew right back to its previous size. Then another fire on the same spot hit it last month and I checked and it's already resprouting. The only other plants around it that survived were prickly pears.


OldHippieChick wrote (edited )

My friend still lives in Santa Barbara, California, USA:

Don The Beachcomber's is gone. The Beatnik Lady no longer writes for the Channel Islands Mensa newsletter because she died of old age over a decade ago. My own alma mater is nothing more than the punchline of a joke about ElliotRodgerville U any more.

Nothing I care about is left, unless you count the CVS on State Street where I used to bellow out "All My Trials", "Gallows Pole", and a new folksong by Cyndi Lauper called "Girls Just Want To Have Fun" along with other folksongs that didn't work out like "When Doves Cry", "What's Love Got to Do With It", "Total Eclipse of the Heart", and one I never sang because I didn't understand it then even though I do now.

No one likes to be defeated.

Sometimes it doesn't matter who's wrong or right. I just need to fucking beat it. Maybe the next person will listen, but if I'm dead, there won't be anyone to tell them what they need to hear when they need to hear it.

thx, Mikey; sorry that "life" shit didn't work out 4 u. not ur fault.