As 2007 goes on, more and more God helps me see and believe that it is time for me to stake out my own knuckleballing turf.
Lol, you think good gives a fuck about your knuckleball?
Maybe I should just end it now. Maybe it’s time for me to stop all this pain once and for all.
I think about options. Carbon monoxide? That’s a possibility. We just built a new garage; the old carport would’ve had too much fresh air.
A knife or a gun? Not in a million years. I don’t like blades or bullets.
We all know deep down it doesn’t make us happy, to be endlessly working to buy shiny consumer objects we have seen in advertisements. But we keep doing it, day after day. It in fact occupies most of our time on earth. We could slow down. We could work less and buy less. It would prevent the environment—our habitat—from being systematically destroyed. But we don’t do it, because we are isolated in our individual cages. In that environment, the idea of consuming less, in fact, fills us with panic. All this stuff, Bruce believes, is filling the hole where normal human connection should be.
This is really neat:
Within the context of a sequel, this book is top notch. It is interesting and reverberates all the charm of the first book. I love the crisp simple writing style, and the development of the characters. Despite the story having the predictable path of any romantic comedy, the author does a terrific job meandering along that direct path.
In combination with the first book, the story and characters deserve a place on everyone's bookshelf.
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As the ancient philosopher Heraclitus remarked, ‘No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it is not the same river and he is not the same man.’