Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”
– Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway
To My Late Hero, The Original Rockstar
I marvelled at the man on the screen. A man who, somehow, had the very same eyes as my grandfather, my father, and myself. I could not believe, and cannot emphasize enough, how strange it was to discover that my one true hero looked precisely like he could have walked me down the aisle at…
The Epilogue of the Kid
It was like every individual cell in my body was dancing, alive, and renewed. The inner monologue that constantly tried to convince me I was acting strange, that I had said something weird, was silenced in a heartbeat. Replacing it was the self-assuredness of a God. The sharp and sure sensation that I was precisely…
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