What A Treacherous Thing To Believe That

I Learned That Myth Doesn’t Mean A Lie; It Means A Traditional Story That Tells You Something About People And Their Worldview And What They Hold Sacred. Interesting.

She Was Not An Adventure, She Was Not A Fine And Precious Thing. She Was A Girl.

So I Let Her Go, Too. And I'm Sorry.

Pg. 231-232: They'd Given Me A Minivan. They Could Have Picked Any Car And They Picked A Minivan. A Minivan. O God Of The Vehicular Justice, Why Dost Thou Mock Me? Minivan, You Albatross Around My Neck! You Mark Of Cain! You Wretched Beast High Ceilings And Few Horsepower!

Caring Doesn't Sometimes Lead To Misery. It Always Does.