“I think of Beverly each morning, I compose songs about Beverly each afternoon, and I ache to see her each night. Jimmy asked for one song. I’m now up to five, and every composition is about her.
I’m sick. Sick, sick, sick. Because we’re colleagues, and colleagues don’t write songs about each other the way I’m melting notes into sonnets for her. I’m a damn romantic, and I hate it.”
OBSESSED.
— Nov 11, 2026 08:52AM
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