I really should be nicer. Than I am. Don’t know what
possesses me. But sometimes, I don’t act very nice. It’s as if the devil made
me do certain not-so-nice things. Though I’m skeptical. That there’s a devil.
Maybe it’s one of my many strange impulses. To test the bounds. By being
not-so-nice. Especially to mean-spirited people. To Republicans. To racists. To scalawags. So
difficult. Getting through life. By
being fair and nice to everyone. An
impossibility. But I do find that niceness is contagious. Nice people tend to
make me more nice. –Jim Broede
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