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August 17 - September 19, 2018
“I’ve been informed that I have the sense of humor of a rock,” he whispered, “which I’m interpreting as nonexistent and not surprisingly colorful.”
As Vida always said, the best way through bullshit was to wade in, hold your nose with one hand and a grenade in the other, and cut straight through it.
Some people feared silence. They did anything to fill it, talking about things that didn’t matter, asking questions just to hear some kind of response. It seemed to me that a lot of people saw it as a kind of failure. Evidence that they weren’t interesting enough, or that a bond wasn’t strong enough. Or maybe they were just nervous about what it would reveal about themselves.
I REALLY HATED TUESDAYS. It was like the world had decided that Mondays were for easing into the week, but Tuesdays—Tuesdays were fair game.
Oh, my gods! Someone who shares my opinion of the doom of Tuesdays!
“I’m going to remind you that heroes frequently die, but the morally mediocre people almost always live to see another day. Don’t do anything that’s going to piss me off.”
We deserve to be free. We deserve more than this. We’ve inherited the darkest legacy, but they don’t know that we’ve learned how to thrive in shadows and create our own light.”
An anthem for the masses.
“That fucking drive through no-man’s-land, Oklahoma, was the icing on a seven-layer shit cake.”
Crude and understandable for some situations.
“What’s in there?” “The last of my patience and a few assault rifles.”
His expression was one of pure wonder. “You looked like a star.” Lightning streaked over us, and my heart gave that little kick again.
