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January 28 - January 29, 2024
After high school, my sister just froze. Didn’t go to college, didn’t get a job. Didn’t do anything. Kind of sad, I guess. But she is also beautiful and strong and funny. She is the prettiest and strongest and funniest person who ever spent twenty-three hours a day alone in a basement.
And for some reason I don’t understand, lonely white people love to hang around lonelier Indians.
He walked away. I stood there and waited for the rocks to replace my bones and blood.
“The world, even the smallest parts of it, is filled with things you don’t know.”
There are all kinds of addicts, I guess. We all have pain. And we all look for ways to make the pain go away.
“Well, life is a constant struggle between being an individual and being a member of the community.”
“The quality of a man’s life is in direct proportion to his commitment to excellence, regardless of his chosen field of endeavor.”
“Drinking would shut down my seeing and my hearing and my feeling,” she used to say. “Why would I want to be in the world if I couldn’t touch the world with all of my senses intact?”
And when we said good-bye to one grandmother, we said good-bye to all of them. Each funeral was a funeral for all of us. We lived and died together.
The world is only broken into two tribes: The people who are assholes and the people who are not.”
And one day as he was riding, the horse trainer said that my son was “borrowing the strength of the horse until he could find his own.”