So... a win.
A run in.
As the Rum trickles down.
A gentleman, with a 22 year Russian model, close to the bar asks,
"What do you do for a living?"
"I'm a writer," I say, proudly.
I then ask, "What do you do for a living?"
"I win." the gentleman says.
As you survive what you're been through and are issued, you begin to think and say,
"Hey... it's all about the small victories."
Monday, June 7, 2010
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