POST SCRIPT: I do not want to sound as if I am putting Leila down with the 'in the land of vodka and tonic' line. To tell the truth, I do not know how this woman deals with me. I can honestly say I am a huge asshole, truth be told, that loves to bust balls and throw insults around (something I have inherited from my father), in a joking fashion, of course. I find that people take themselves too seriously, and we all need to laugh at ourselves once in a while. This can, obviously, be construed as me being a bit of a 'dick', as I am often told. I just want to laugh, is all. Once Leila has a drink or two in her, we just let it all go. Why, when I was getting food for Manny while the meat was cooking, I cannot count on one hand how many times we screamed 'f*ck you!' to each other, myself in the basement and her in the kitchen. This is, in all honesty, the perfect situation for me. Words are tossed about, nothing meant by them, and we get to laugh and make fun of one another without fear of offense. I know this is a bit personal for a blog about typewriters, but I felt I had to share. It was, in reality, one of the best nights I have had in a long while. Thanks for reading.
