I wrote this in my foolhardy 20s. Two decades later (and having witnessed my contemporaries rise up the corporate ladder and take on managerial roles), I think back about what I wrote back then - “danced to his tune and loved it”. Writing is like casting something in stone at a particular point in time. It serves as a great reminder of the person I was back then
Loved his family. Didn't fuck spiders. The end. No, really the end, he's dead, go on with your lives.
I love this. Nice but packs a punch.
Fuck spiders - for shock value The last line written in an admonishing tone - should elicit some chuckles in spite of the solemn funeral
It would say "Didn't have enough bitcoin"
Every Bitcoiner’s lasting regret
Agreed, great exercise. Eye opening. What did you learn?
I wrote this in my foolhardy 20s. Two decades later (and having witnessed my contemporaries rise up the corporate ladder and take on managerial roles), I think back about what I wrote back then - “danced to his tune and loved it”. Writing is like casting something in stone at a particular point in time. It serves as a great reminder of the person I was back then
What a macabre exercise, lolđź’€
It is. But I guess we all need a hard look at the mirror sometimes hehe
I wish @cryotosensei would’ve paid to post in ~HealthAndFitness more. Died doing what he loved, running to subway trains to buy Hershey bars
Can’t resist a shameless appeal. See you there soon!
"God, this place sucks."
A đź–• to existing!
Que corra el aire, chaval (been watching adventure in Spanish hehe)
adventure sounds like a fine principle to live by đź‘Ť
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