It seems the silent bass player called George didn’t become the Mayor of Raleigh. Neither did Oak City Kitty, or me either, for that matter and I didn’t win, because I wasn’t running, (like this sentence) because I’m perfectly happy overseeing this tiny domain of rowdy male and female human beings intent on forgetting their troubles and often their manners. I surely don’t want the stress of clawing my way to the top of city hierarchy that’s not even a monarchy. That being said…long live survival of the fittest and MAB!
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