Back in July…

Step it up, blitz ‘em with love. I may fail, but better to shoot for love than wallow in shit. A moonshot seems an OK way to die. The crowd thins out and the air grows rarified; I’ll see the stars unadulterated before my lungs collapse. Sounds beautiful to me.

…And where I am in October

Hahahaha, dude, I intend to live simply and without all this addiction to drama. As Antolini said in Catcher: “The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one”.

I’m going to make some ham and cheese on toast.