Wanted to get a Harley and my Uncle Roger said, NO. He said it firmly. Somewhere else is usually where my mind is. So, I take notes. My memory is weak and I am often not paying attention. So, I take notes. Sometimes I reach for a pen and forget why before a note gets taken.
Are you ready?, he asked. I put on lipstick and pants, didn’t I?
I change by not changing at all.
Jeff Sessions to launch domestic drone program.
You have to respect a Secretary of Defense named Mad Dog. Who said, “Be polite, be professional, but have a plan to kill everybody you meet.”
A basketful of odious creatures in 3-D. America is just a buxom blonde to them.
Mercy for the lost, vengeance for the plunderers.
Try not to live in fear. Impossible = I’m possible.
There are seven days is the week and “some day” isn’t one of them.
When I am healthy, it is so good to be me.
He cried. Sobbed right in front of his friend, The Dog Sitter. Sobbed and wailed. Oh, shit, what is THAT about? Don’t mean to compare this, not comparing this, but he felt like a teenage girl who had been jumped in broad daylight and stuffed into the back of a black van and taken to some hellhole somewhere and abused for the next year. Not a single good day.
Right now, this is the best I have felt in eleven months. What the hell does that do to your head?
Meanwhile, he is still sick with all the same issues and today is day forty-one of a bio-medical half-life of thirty-two to fifty days. Somebody might be kidding himself.
Silence is a sound. Full of emptiness/and promise. Absence is always present/waiting to return. Emptiness is completely full/of nothing.
The experience becomes a lesson which becomes experience.