The Truth Shall Set You

Kevin and I had lunch today. We talked about a few kevINda things. Mostly it was, "Yeah, we gotta..." chew, chew, chew "...and the CIF running order..." chew, chew, chew "...did we get that...ooh, beef patties!" We didn't get much done. Except the eating. Thank you, Maxine's on 87th St.

We did get a chance to talk about honesty, or the lack thereof, that people exhibit. I recently had someone complaining to me about a situation he's going through, or being put through. He's very put upon, apparently. He can't believe that "these people" keep f-ing with him. But, honestly, it's his own damn fault. He is doing what "they" say he's doing and he's out of line. But, man, the way he goes on and on about "them," you'd think he really believed the crap he was spewing. Then Kevin told me about some other festival director who had done something shady to another group. My own daughter fibbed to me about how she "forgot" to bring a test home. Man, just be honest. Do what you say you're gonna do. And admit to what you've done.

She got a B on the test, by the way. Little dork.