Tired of being plain old Dave from the suburbs, I made the decision to change my life. I began with a new name; settling on Farquhar, after the Irish dramatist, George Farquhar (1677-1707). And so it was, that on a grey March morning, with a new moniker, clean handkerchief and my father's old green tie on, I stepped boldly forth on a journey to find myself. Now back from my travels (chronicled here), life goes on, but not necessarily as before.
Go away for a week or two and what do I find? Get back to discover I've lost a friend: Violin, the dark beauty who wrote in French. Never did understand a great deal of what I read, but it was nice to have her along. Ah well, c'est la vie mon braves.
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