Breaking Up

I used to work with a guy named Jesse Raben.  That was twenty years ago.  The guy's now a big time lawyer; so he's too good to deal with me, a fake mental patient.

We once went to a Chinese restaurant together.  That was the extent of our friendship. Anyway, I was following him on Twitter.  So then he blocks me.  I can no longer read his scintillating tweets.

As Jesse Raben put it: "Do I have to suffer for the rest of my life because I like Chinese?"