"I recently managed to completely let go of my past."
“What part of your past was the hardest to let go?”
“A missed opportunity with a woman. She believed in me more than I believed in myself, but I wasn’t ready to commit. She told me: ‘If you keep on like this, you’re going to end up old and alone.’”
“How long ago was that?”
I feel like the main lesson of this blog is that people are so desperate to unburden themselves of their pain that they’ll share their deepest old wounds with practically anyone who asks, even some strange bro who approaches them on the sidewalk asking to take their picture. I once talked to this great doctor doing STD research in black communities in the Deep South who told me that he would begin all of his patient interviews just by asking people how they were doing or how they were feeling. He said the number of seemingly hardened people who would break down in tears simply because someone was genuinely asking them how they were feeling was astonishing. Therapy should be free.
Fifteen years old.
"[Y]our dead kids don’t trump my Constitutional rights.” - Joe the Plumber
I’ve always thought it was a conflict of interest for a piece of shit to be a plumber.
Jacaranda season is special, man.
And that’s when I looked at him and said one more time, ‘Who shot you?’… He looked at me and he took a breath to get the words out, and he opened his mouth, and I thought I was actually going to get some cooperation. And then the words came out: ‘Fuck you.’ After that, he started gurgling and slipping out of consciousness.”
If you’ll remember, “Who Shot Ya?" was a Biggie song that Tupac interpreted to be a boastful confession about an unsuccessful attempt on his life in 1994. This means little to nothing, and who knows what was going through Tupac’s mind at the time of his death, or if the cop is recalling correctly. But that the last thing Tupac heard before he died may have been "Who shot you?" is a dark coincidence.