Y'know, Chuck, probably the worst part of all of this is that Joe just doesn't seem to care about
my feelings. I know that he is happy with his ZB, and it seems to have made his life complete. Also, as we all know, a ZB, is a "chick magnet", this fact is beyound dispute and has been substantiated by numerous scholorly studies. Forget the fact that Joe paid a more than fair price, for a great ZB, he just doesn't seem to understand that I had to drive all the way to Daytona to pick up some Ricky Davis strings for the ZB then carefully and lovingly pack it in about 6,000,000 plastic peanuts so it could gently float its way to Greg Jones in Kentucky. Hey, I made a horrible mistake, even though Joe seems to be a great guy, but sheesh, I feel like an idiot and Joe just doesn't seem to care. I suppose that is the deepest and cruelest cut of all. When I think of that beautiful blue/blonde ZB a song keeps running through my head. It goes something like this:
Once more to be with you dear just for tonight to hold you tight
Once more I'd give a fortune if I could see you once more
Then my eyes start to tear up, I have to excuse myself from decent company and retire to the bathroom where I curl up into a ball and cry until I have no more tears. But, I guess this is pretty common behavior...Right Chuck???
Duncan
"The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over."