As a libertarian, I firmly believe that the world should be a punishing, almost impossibly cruel, place. A post-governmental paradise where, if you fail, you have nobody to blame but yourself, because, after all, it was your choices that got you down onto that park bench to sleep.
The first thing we must do to turn our lives around is to get our spending under control. No more spending money on the frivolous things we young people like, like avocado toast and medicine.
It is high time for the man’s voice to be heard in this country.
My depression left me. Just like everyone does.
To reflect, on all those who have wronged me.
Who, I ask, is the more interesting person to talk to at a party— a man slouched in his chair, drinking a Heineken? Or a man leaned against the fireplace mantle, drinking mysterious brown liquid from a glass, regarding the flame?
Sometimes I DJ at remote-control car convention, sometimes I cat-sit out on Staten Island. I guess you could say I’m a jack of all trades.
To say I looked like the personification of death would be a callous mischaracterization of those who have died.