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I Received Rejection Letters For Ten Years (one On A Napkin, Written In Crayon.) I Had All My Rejection Notices Stored In A Box. When The Box Was Finally Full I Took It To The Curb And Set It On Fire. The Next Day I Went Out And Got A Temp Job.

I Hung My Head. Ranger Was Next On The List. “yo,” Ranger Said When He Answered. “small Problem.” “no Kidding. Your Car Just Went Off The Screen.” “it Sort Of Burned Up.” Silence. “and You Know That Keypad You Gave Me? It Was In The Car.” “babe.

That’s How You Tell What A Man’s Really Made Of. It’s One Thing For A Man To Be Big And Brave And Kill A Spider. Any Man Could Do That. Trailin’ After A Woman When She’s Shopping For Thongs And Push-up Bras Is A Whole Other Category Of Man. And Then If You Want To See How Far You Can Go With It, You Ask Him To Carry One Of Those Little Pink Bags They Give You.

Lots Of Times I'm Not Crazy About The Writing, But I Keep Moving Ahead And Somehow It Gets Better. The Important Thing Is To Move Forward.

If I Didn't Know Better, I'd Think You Were Trying To Get Me Drunk," I Said To Ranger. "not Drunk," Ranger Said. "just Relaxed And Naked.