At heart, I’m a soldier who didn’t know how nasty and ongoing the battle was going to be and lost some people and took some hits, and I feel like now I’ve got a Purple Heart, and I’m back.
Things have been zeroed out; it’s the beginning of something. But right now, it’s still a void, and we tend to think of the void as an abyss or a vacuum with nothing there. In fact it’s a new road, and what you should do on this new road is close for repairs – close right away, because that old vehicle is not going to work on that new road. (x)
Life is hard enough without creating drama, isn’t it? I don’t want to say it’s too hard, because that really starts to sound like a spoiled Hollywood type, but that’s me, too. I’m about as badass as a domesticated lynx can be. If we really gotta throw down, I’ll tear your eye sockets out and I’ll drag you up in the tree and we’ll do the whole fucking feline thing. But all things being equal, give me a bowl of milk and let me lick my fur and let me wax prolific on what it means to be a member of the cat family. Because it’s a big deal, and you don’t get to be me, and I do, so fuck you. (x)