Standing in line at the grocery store. A young woman with three young kids, panicking because she was $5 short buying groceries. It looked like food for her kids, not cigarettes and booze and movie tickets and the things Senator Grassley thinks poor people spend money on – frivolously…
I gave her $10, she cried and thanked me.
I don’t know why she was crying. The Dow just hit 25,000.
I’m talking to these guys last week, bringing home $350 a week, drowning in credit card debt. 10-year-old car with bad brakes, no health insurance, hungry kids, and misery.
Damn near standing and saluting. Damn near worship, saying “yes sir, Mr. President.”
For the record, I’ll worship no man. Not today, not any day.
Like Brother Marvin said, “Make me wanna holler, way you do my life…”
I think we should stop arresting people for drunk driving. People are going to drive drunk anyway, what’s the point in trying to regulate it.
And pedophiles, what is the big deal with pedophiles. A guy wants to look at a little kiddy-porn, Fuck a couple of nine-year-olds and everybody loses their minds.
Cancer, why fight cancer? Doctors and researchers have been fighting cancer forever. People are still going dying from cancer.
Heroin? Heroin has been around for thousands of years, what’s the big deal. Some people die, what’s the big fucking deal? People die crossing the street every day too but we don’t ban buses. Heroin doesn’t kill people, people with rigs hanging from their veins kill people.
Like Bill O’Reilly said, This is just the cost of being free.
At some point in the past decade, we completely gave up.
What has become the norm in America, what is become acceptable in America, makes me want to fucking puke
I had no idea at the outset of this writing experiment the level of help and support I would need. I was 3/4 of the way through writing my first book when I felt the chilling reality – What do I do with this mess?
People have no idea that the book publishing industry is so flooded with snake oil salesmen, flat out crooks and general creeps. It makes Washington DC look like a boy scout jamboree and a Mensa meeting.
You could spend your life savings and get nothing but empty promises and dead ends.
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It used to be huge. Everything was huge. She didn’t have a party, she had events. Summer parties for a hundred of her closest friends and food and drinks for two hundred. If you were her friend you were a close friend.
The circle was huge.
There were no simple acquaintances.
Ringing the cow bell from the car, for every mile of a 200 mile bike race. And laughing. Laughing and ringing that bell for 14 hours. Every time she saw me she’d yell, “you got this bro…” Every time. Continue reading It used to be huge→