In mom’s bedroom, no light on, mom was whispering near the vanity. I was grabbing at her valuables, shiny things and old things, the ones I could reach with my very small hands. “Shhh, dad is asleep.” Fastening on something, I looked at the broad wings and the petite female head — an alabaster figurine. She… Continue reading Mom’s Bedroom
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Hunter S. Thompson’s Letter On Finding Your Purpose
You ask advice: ah, what a very human and very dangerous thing to do! For to give advice to a man who asks what to do with his life implies something very close to egomania. To presume to point a man to the right and ultimate goal — to point with a trembling finger in… Continue reading Hunter S. Thompson’s Letter On Finding Your Purpose