Oh, speaking of Juan ... now that I'm not thinking about him anymore, I'm torn. I don't want to dwell on him, but, before he fades away, like nightmares always do, I want to record all the ridiculous and funny stories. Because I deserve that, at the very least, as I explained in No Regrets (I guess). I mean there has to be a reason I met him. You know what they say, God (and, coincidentally, some woman in Bono's life) moves in mysterious ways. So I assume this time God wanted to give me some funny material. Or maybe he's just a sadist and wanted some material to himself to make himself laugh. Which is why I prefer my own adage God moves in sadistic ways. If he even exists. Take that, god!
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