more self-indulgence

I've started tutoring. And the thing the kids tell me (or, tell a friend to tell me) is that I get too abstract too fast. And I keep thinking this is something that's easily remedied—that, once I get the point clearer in my head, I'll be able to get to it faster. But apparently, in the midst of all the lyrics I've memorized, there's still this phantom third verse that inserts itself into my consciousness, in any song it feels like, as just that: "The Third Verse" the "one that I forget all the time".

so, I guess, thank you to the sweet bartender who (unbidden) decided I needed another drink when everyone else thought I'd had too many. And thank you to everyone who stuck around to hear me rearrange things.

(and, yes, I do think people ... you know, walking and laughing and all that)