Which Reminds Me

I remember Rusty as an angry person. At least he was pretty much always angry with me. He was complaining that my piano wasn't good enough to qualify as his accompanist. Fine. He might have been right on that point, that I was in over my head there. Anyway, I no longer care about piano at all so complaining about my piano skills will get you nowhere. Sorry, but all of this whining about my lousy musicianship will not win you any prizes from me. I only think of Rusty as a colossal nuisance. Sorry but college is OVER and I am no longer available to be insulted and complained about behind my back. I am not interested in hearing another word about that.