"Yes, yes, I can explain".
And yes I have explained to these men how I feel, but their focus seems to stay the same.
Oh yes, I said, explaining that all I have to do is pull out of my driveway, drive 1.9 miles, make a slight right to merge onto a highway, and exactly 2,912.4 miles and a few right turns later, I will be there.
When I ask women if they meditate, and they reply with a yes, I ask them to explain to me exactly how they practice.
Alice was deeply disturbed by what he'd heard about some of the punk bands, telling me, "I don't get this scene, I mean, do they wanna make money or don't they?" I explained that yes, they did want to make money, but they wanted to do it on their own terms like he'd done.
I explained that motorcycle crashes (yes, I used the word crashes not accidents) and deaths were constant headlines in the Sacramento newspaper and there was virtually no literature on the subject.
"They say that if I have a good cycle, yes I can invest," he explains.
Outside, I tried to talk sense to her and explain that yes, I'm hot too but if we go swimming, we would have nothing to eat for dinner.
On Tuesday I wrote a follow-up piece explaining that yes, I had streamlined Washington's original statement.
And the most nerve-wracking part of that was explaining that yes, I was kinky, and yes, I had depression, but those things had no causal relationship.
