Yes, it's true what you've heard: we all strive in our little ways to follow precedents and decorum. I keep a stick of gum hidden in the flap of my hat and sing in the Youth Choir of my local habitat. It turns out that not all plant species are beneficial to eat. It comes down to consuming stuff in patterns which are built one brick at a time. A road crew can be asked to help you make ripples in the morning crud. When you receive the latest scouting report, you should look for a name which doesn't rankle people who are touched in the head. For all the others, it's okay if you relax on the beach in the off season. Who would ever think to look for you there? Not anyone who's submitted their forms on time, that's who.
Could we get down to particulars yet? To wit: why have you seen fit to patrol in my neighborhood without risking societal opprobrium? It would never have entered any of our calculations that someone in your position might have once broken bread with Harry Belafonte Jr. We were even somewhat surprised that you entered one of our eateries unaccompanied by individuals of a high caliber. It showed us just how wrong a person can be when they take it upon themselves to move all my furnishings into a squalid sub-basement without provocation. It makes sense in a bizarre kind of way that your doings are plastered all over the Conway even while the youngest of our children are shut out of the job market entirely. Does this strike you as 'fair'? I ask because you've never seemed to be that kind of person, at least not when I knew you growing up. Some things never change, though. And you know exactly what that would be. Don't lie.
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