All of us have moments when all seems lost, and some days we don’t even know why. Some of us pour our drinks, some of us pop our pills, some of us shed our tears. Some of us lock the door. Sometimes I look around me at the everyday tragedies of these doctor’s daughters and lawyer’s sons, and i just want to tell them to harden the fuck up. But in the end, no matter how many people have it worst than us, someone always has it better. And that’s at the heart of the American Dream.
Feb 27, 2010 @ 5:08 pm
