Even if I lose my pants
Here’s my quote: I’m gonna keep taking left turns until they end up going right. Someday I’ll hang that on a wall that’s mostly mine. Or it will be hung for me, posthumously, headstone style. Font, TBD. Either way I’ll consider it success, capital S, a win for The Good Guys. Not succumbing to the ebb and flow, giving the current my favorite finger, and running up stream, even if I lose my pants. Someone has to run into the fire while everyone else is running out, even if it’s just to prove a point, no one is counting anyway.
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