One must never dance.
I remember my friend Matthew, of the Pleasant Hill, California Police.
Still living, and an annum my elder, his humble and decidedly U.S. Navy attitude; hard, vast and lonely, had given way to a froth mouthed consolidation of his own duties and social circles. With potent results, exhaustive in human nature.
Encryption: “btas.”
He is well within the established laws of ‘the States.
He is pressed for time, is what I am saying.
Now, terminology for endeared character traits. It is not a slur, homebodies, for me to use my terms for him. Or for him to use many different terms and legal jargon to describe me in acronym.
“Surly Sailor,” applies when “surly” is defined as being intolerant of ignorance or wasteful redundancies. I recall his welcome mat. Two, length-monogrammed: Tarawa Class anchors.
I wonder if when this occured.
