Not All Who Wander Are Lost

My daughter, she tells me when she grows up she wants to be a singer or a comic. I said ‘Well, baby, if you wanna be a comic, you gotta be a writer. But don’t worry, you’ve got tons of material: Your mother is a manic depressive, drug addict. Your father’s gay. Your grandmother tap dances and your grandfather eats hearing aids.’ And my daughter laughs and laughs and laughs and I said ‘Baby, the fact that you know that’s funny is gonna save your whole life.’

You’re going to spend more time with yourself than with anyone else in your life. You want to spend that whole time fighting who you are?

Some nights I wish I could go back in life. Not to change shit, just to feel a couple things twice.

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