I love this. I wish it were longer.
But you see, being Israelite means my wife and my kids they packed up and leave me. "Darling", she said, "I was yours to be seen." Poor me, the Israelite.
Oh, oh, the Israelites.
Is is facing the facts of life as they are. Not complaining. No. Describing. And that is why I like this so much. I want him to tell more of his story.
