Like driving along a bumpy road and losing control of the steering wheel, tossing youโjust a tadโoff the road. The wheels kick up some dirt, but you're able to pull it back. Yet no matter how hard you try to drive straight, something keeps jerking you to the side. You have so little control over anything anymore. And at some point, the struggle becomes too muchโtoo tiringโand you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.
Jay AsherI tried getting my dad to buy me a beeper for my birthday,โ he says, โbut he thinks only doctors and drug dealers need them.
Jay AsherWe both laugh. And it feels good. A release. Like laughing at a funeral. Maybe inappropriate, but definitely needed.
Jay AsherWatching those guys pummel each other so no one would suspect them of being weak was too much for me. Their reputations were more important than their faces.
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