She was his truth, his bellwether and moral compass. Without her he was lost, but also he was just plain lost.
Years later he finally learned to appreciate the flavor of the shit sandwich.
Walking past the house I hear Jerry yelling at Siri again. It’s that time of night.
The film was an odd amalgam of ridiculously beautiful and just plain ridiculous. In places, I wept. When the credits began to roll, half the audience erupted in laughter.
Woke up this morning and nearly wept at how lifelike everything was. Picked up a handful of dirt and just looked at it. I picked it up for you.
Every day I wake up to eternity. Tell me if I should keep writing,
Self-loathing had almost cured him of hubris.
He had lately been spending as much time as possible in the company of animals. No animal had ever ridiculed him, nor regarded him with pity, scorn, or disappointment. Well, possibly disappointment. He could live with that.
Pity, that is to say, empathy tinged with ridicule.
Few people are cruel enough to say what they’re thinking.
Fathers, sons, baseball: bad movies
Other people presented an unflattering mirror.
A single truth the mind has broken into many.
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You just need to rest. A day of healing and rest. Around midnight you find yourself in a Thai karaoke bar down the road from your sister’s house. You vaguely remember Norman Mailer writing that scotch is for people who’ve given up hope, and order one. Midway through your second, watching a stoned girl and her catatonic friend wander listlessly through I’m a Believer, you have your first panic attack.
You’ve always known you’re unremarkable. But now, on your day of healing and rest, curled up on the bathroom floor, you’re spectacular.
I know you by your habits; the grooves you have cut in the world; the familiar boredoms I would miss beyond all else.
With a shocking lack of hesitation, she was gone. In an instant he was turned inside out, a pile of guts on the sidewalk.
It would have been a year in May, hey hey hey.
