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  1. Sorry, Fruey. I don’t know what I was thinking. You write very well and I really enjoyed that story. My grandfather was a preacher and there wasn’t any musical instrument he couldn’t pick up and play. I wish I had his talent to do that.

    The story I wrote, about Frank and Jim, was really an old story. I was in my early twenties and still a little wet behind the ears. I was never that uncomfortable around gay people, but, I had never really been approached by one before then. So, being young and naive and given the mindset at the time, we weren’t accustomed to that particular lifestyle. My point in writing it was to say how much times have changed. I certainly have, and I would hope that someone can learn something good from that experience.

    I will read you from now on and I wish you the best with the impending birth of your son.

    Dave

  2. Simon

    4/10/2005 at 6:50 pm

    Thanks for dropping by Dave. Glad to see you here and hope to see you again. I enjoyed your piece on Frank, didn’t realise the context and your explanation makes a lot of sense. I guess the first time we encounter difficult situations it really helps us build on ourselves to face them all the better the next time around.

    All the best,

    -Fruey

  3. Awesome!

    I wouldn’t have thought of making a story out of smileys as art or a work of literature at all. In regards to your post on the other blog – i wish i could play an instrument!

  4. Simon

    5/10/2005 at 9:05 pm

    Hi Ahmed,

    Thanks for commenting. I was thinking that a lot of people would come up with smiley stories but as it happened there weren’t many entries.

    I like your Blog, looks neat. I posted about DRM too recently, it was quite a successful article.

    -Fruey