I think that when you don’t fall in love with yourself, there is an expectation that the person you fall in love with, will fill the void of self-worth that is really up to you and I to fill for ourselves.
The day they took my mother from me she had just enough time to turn her beak to me and say, “We all die someday. Do me a favor and stop being such a pussy.”
The hardest thing about writing about Madrid is finding my beginning. Because the story of Madrid and the story of who I was before and who I became after it does not fit solely into the stretch of the five autumnal months that I spent living there.
Mexican drug cartels operate in a shifting, ever-changing world. The route they used yesterday won’t work next week. How they smuggled the last shipment won’t work on the next shipment. Tomorrow always requires new approaches.