It was February. I had just landed a job as an Accounts Receivable Specialist 13 days prior. And exactly 7 months prior to that, I had arrived in Seattle. The sun had already set; darkness pervaded the small 860 square foot apartment I inhabited with Joseph that first year in Seattle. Joseph was about to view a program in which I had no interest. He asked me to watch with him. But because I had decided I didn't like much modern music, I chuckled and said the following...
I will only watch the Grammys with you if Simon & Garfunkel are the opening act. Yes, I really said this...
And the result?
I watched the entire show.
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