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"In the grand scheme of things, life on this warmish, marbled planet is wonderfully good. But, in the details, sometimes it just sucks - heartbreakingly and seemingly relentlessly so. For no reason at all."
I slipped out of the house this morning to pay a visit to my friend, Jim, who has had an extraordinarily busy week. Should you pass Jim on the street, you wouldn't think much of him. He's scrawny, scruffy and tattooed. He wears a dingy baseball cap so dirty you can't really tell what color it used to be, and he chain smokes cheap cigarettes. He operates what looks like a carnival ride – an enormous Ferris Wheel that represents the life spans of every human on the planet. If you walked by him you might step aside so as not to get too close to him simply because he doesn't look like the kind of man respectable people want to be seen with. You might find him distasteful, but nothing about him would make you think you had just seen the Angel of Death.
That's who he is, though.
( Wild Women Do and They Don't Regret It )
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"In the grand scheme of things, life on this warmish, marbled planet is wonderfully good. But, in the details, sometimes it just sucks - heartbreakingly and seemingly relentlessly so. For no reason at all."
- Jill Carroll, in her Houston Chronicle column, Talking Tolerance, Jan 15 2010
I slipped out of the house this morning to pay a visit to my friend, Jim, who has had an extraordinarily busy week. Should you pass Jim on the street, you wouldn't think much of him. He's scrawny, scruffy and tattooed. He wears a dingy baseball cap so dirty you can't really tell what color it used to be, and he chain smokes cheap cigarettes. He operates what looks like a carnival ride – an enormous Ferris Wheel that represents the life spans of every human on the planet. If you walked by him you might step aside so as not to get too close to him simply because he doesn't look like the kind of man respectable people want to be seen with. You might find him distasteful, but nothing about him would make you think you had just seen the Angel of Death.
That's who he is, though.
( Wild Women Do and They Don't Regret It )
