It occurred to me this morning, for the first time ever, that there are no women in my life that haven’t suffered some form of sexual assault or rape. It’s not that long a list—it turns out I don’t really know that many people—but it’s long enough to mean something: my wife, my brother’s wife, my sister, my wife’s…
So, this may be one of those times when knowing more makes you dumber.
Big-name chef Patrick O'Connell made some news this week with a passive-aggressive swipe at Washingtonian magazine, D.C.'s foremost upper-crust see-and-be-seen monthly chronicle of How The Wealthy Live In Our Nation's Capitol. O'Connell is a blustery fart-bag, and his restaurant is a far-flung capital-D…
No part of this is meant to in any way defend or support the murder of police officers, or, for that matter, anyone else. It's awful that I even have to say that, but the timing is strange and I'm certain someone somewhere will accuse me of encouraging murder. Ah well. Murder is bad. No murder, you guys!
There is a sense of the order of things, but even that is fading.
No one would want to see me like this.
Here's the lesson, you fucking slime-ball, and if I could I would brand it on your forehead with the searing intensity of all the contempt in the history and future of the world: gratitude is not your due. What you are owed is more like an ass-kicking.
So, I was listening to Mike & Mike this morning, and, yeah, that was my first mistake. If there's a cooling core of dedicated journalism or critical thought hiding under a desk somewhere in a poorly lit broom closet in the basement's basement of ESPN, surely the farthest thing from it in the whole operation is First…
The ball comes screaming over the net to my backhand. I can’t remember her ever hitting it so well. I labor over to it and slice it weakly towards her forehand. The sun is in my eyes, glaring mercilessly from just over my brow like a lightbulb at the end of my hat brim. Or am I wearing a hat? No. No hat.
At dusk he sat himself in the dense sand left from high tide and pushed his hands into the sand and watched it crack and lift and crumble. Couples on the long stroll from here to there and back detoured into the mellow surf before him without looking down and moved on in the diminishing light. He sensed their coming…
I picked up the CSX headed west from Point of Rocks close on to nightfall.
Be ready to smile.
When all of everything fails, and your plans go belly up and while you wait for fortune to turn a friendly eye your way, in the meantime, what you got to concern yourself with is surviving. That’s what I want to talk about: survival. An instinct for survival.
What I want to talk about today is values, and staying true to your values no matter what. Values is everything, folks. It’s values that separates us from a dog or a hyena. A bad dog. I’m talking about a bad dog, here. When I say a dog. Among other things. As you’ll see.
You never know when your moment will come. You just got to be ready when it gets there.