At around 6:00pm tonight, I reviewed all seven voicemail messages to the same number of the same cellphone, which I had for over ten slong years. Six are from the `fellow brothers` at Chasters and the first one was from a hard working server for humanity. I deleted all of the six messages but saved the nice one for review later on by myself and other `fellow brothers` (without my knowledge or consent, of course).
Anyway, here is my philosophy regarding being a famous friend:
- A REAL friend is brutally honest. That’s why they are hated enemies.
- Being famous means `going through the fire` of humility.
(Author’s note: Paw said it’s time for dinner: He was upstairs here at my computer workstation! As a result, this blog entry is shortened because I cannot think. I’m hungry!)
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