Who was it that said life could go on, but not on and on? Some genius?
Looking out over the water, I could tell that today was going to be good, no matter what, despite the danger, despite the poor odds, despite all the rotten choices that led me here, this day was going to work out fine.
And that’s the kind of thing that stupid people do. They think they’re going to get along just great, no matter how horrible it’s obviously going to get.
So this morning, my shoes wet, my shirt starched and my pants missing, I called up my girl Jessica and told her that yes, we are going to get that money. Buy that car. Take that trip.