Aside from having OC for his initials,!he tells me he is a real OC with the D. He takes Zoloft, Lexapro, Prozac and occasionally Seroquel.
I could relate with OC. I could humor him with treats from the pantry. I won him over in a way by calling him Octaves.
"Your name is music to my ears." I told him half seriously.
"Your name is music to my ears." I told him half seriously.
From then on, he would always ask for me or ask if I am working. He is music personified, indeed. He started playing the violin at five. He was a prodigy.
He came to US from Romania in his teens, or was it Hungary? Life used to be do re mi fa so la ti do in a violin. He performed with a band in Las Vegas. As in every sonata, there's a a do at the beginning and all the notes in between until the music ends with another do. Take it from this shithead who doesn't know anything about music.
There's Octaves smiling with his violin for a photographer. It is hard to imagine Octaves seeing him as the OCD that he is now. It must have been the strings of the violin that got out of tune, then it snapped!
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