Memory music
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Five hundred miles
This music is from when I was doing market research. What can I say about spending the weekend knocking on every 5th door and asking to speak to the person who had the next birthday? I needed the money and it taught me that if I could put up with whatever reaction I might get at the next door, I could put up with anything. Now when I am being abused by a 14 year old or a hostile parent, the manta "I would walk 500 miles.." drowns them out.
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