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JAMESBJOHNSON
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I went to see The Phantom of the Opera a few years ago. I was at the bar with a friend. This guy across the way wouldn't stop staring. After a while his staring started to make me feel a bit uncomfortable. I thought, 'what the fuck is his problem? Is it my dress? Is he having a perve? Do I know him from somewhere?'
Anyway. He came up to me and asked if I was a dancer. I said that I was just here to enjoy the show.
My head was so huge I could barely make it through the aisle to get to my seat. Not ballet, but still.
About 30 years ago I saw a woman who seemed familiar but I couldn't place her, and I stared at her for a long time, till she left her table to give me what for. The woman was my sister. She and my wife had a battle, and I hadn't seen her for 10 years or so.

