Time

I am keeping a record of when time stops or maybe I should say when it slows down. Really slows down.

  1.  When waiting for the frozen bread to turn into toast in the toaster.
  2. When brushing my teeth with the Sonicare toothbrush. (Two minutes that can last half of lifetime)
  3. Waiting for love.

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Buzzy Donahue

I grew up in San Francisco in the 60's. I lived in a world of sex, drugs and rock and roll. After a long stretch working on my tan I have joyfully found my way back to radio. Because you can't fight it; when it's in your blood. I play music on KPTZ.org.

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