If I Had, Say, A Tall, Amateur

I Once Worked As A Tour Guide In The Costa Del Sol Of Spain.

You Want This So Badly—this Second Chance, This Chance At Real Redemption—that You Can’t See The Truth.

I Wish I Could Tell You That Through The Tragedy I Mined Some Undiscovered, Life-altering Absolute That I Could Pass On To You.i Didn't.the Cliches Apply-people Are What Count,life Is Precious,materialism Is Over Rated, And The Little Things Matter,live In The Moment-and I Can Repeat Them To You Ad Nauseam.you Might Listen, But You Won't Internalize.tragedy Hammers It Hm.tragedy Etches Into Your Soul.you Might Not Be Happier.but You Will Be Better.

Memories, You See, Hurt. The Good Ones Most Of All.

An Hour Before His World Exploded Like A Ripe Tomato Under A Stiletto Heel, Myron Bit Into A Fresh Pastry That Tasted Suspiciously Like Urinal Cake.