That's typically what writers do; we just sit around complaining most of the time. And the better things are going, the more they complain.

Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.

A small but noteworthy note. I've seen so many young men over the years who think they're running at other young men. They are not. They are running at me.

The point is, it didn’t really matter what the book was about. It was what it meant that was important.

The paper landed on the table, but the news was stapled to his chest. A tattoo.