You say it best …

I’m sitting on Sandy’s couch. She is passed out in bed–totally drunk. No, we did not have sex.

Her boyfriend did not take it well when she told him about the job in Dallas. I guess he totally flipped out. I did my best to listen to her about the whole ordeal, but she was not making sense. I thought the best way to console her was to not say anything, just listen.

I guess I’ll get off her couch, stop watching her TV, and go home. After all, there’s nothing else to listen to.

You say it best when you say nothing at all.

Alison Krause