I've been to Paris. And it ain't that pretty at all.
Maybe you simply criticized someone you hardly knew. You ruined part of their life. For them, part of your life, too.
Well, I don't think it ever did, but in the early '60s I got interested in folk music.
And I think it's safe to say that the single very impressive figure to me was Merle Haggard.
Your face looked like something Death brought with him in his suitcase.
I might have made a tactical error not going to a physician for 20 years. It was one of those phobias that didn't pay off.