I never knew I was claustrophobic until my most recent MRI for a pulled biceps tendon. Originally, they put me in face-down. Fuck that noise. I hit the chicken switch in a minute with the thumb of an angry god. Went in on my back/side with my arm and shoulder at an awkward angle. I suffered through it, but I won't do another unsedated and will push for a partially-open MRI situation.
My ultimate reaction was, "When I die, cremate me. I can't deal with a box."
IT only came back every 27 or so years. Whatever lives under Waco is far hungrier or has sleep issues. We just need a neutral pronoun for this entity that isn't IT. Or any word really. I just don't want to spoil a great book with Baylor/Waco.
Had you not dropped, there's a small, but not zero, chance you could have won their trust and by virtue of that, their gender's secrets.
And had that happened, wow we would come and say "Don Brisket, give us the secrets." We would ask with respect. We would offer friendship. We would think to call you "Godfather."
As the father of a soon-to-be sophomore at UT, who is firmly in the moderate-liberal camp, not much as far as I can tell. Not yet. In 10 years, who knows? But in 10 years, who knows anything?
McCartney at the Ball Park in Arlington still was pretty lively several years ago despite looking pretty old in pictures around that same time. He put on quite a show.
He could ask them to test his testosterone levels. If he gets two low tests, insurance should cover it. Helps with what he's currently dealing with and, in my experience, helps with depression caused by low testosterone levels.
I saw him three times if memory serves. The last time, my musical tastes were evolving, but I went with a friend who had not seen him before. Before the concert, I had a fair amount of apathy. That absolutely melted away from about five seconds into the first song onward. From then on, I always held him in pretty high esteem as far as easily-enjoyable live performers go.
Also, it's been said that for a song called Piano Man, that guy playing the harmonica doesn't seem to STFU.