‘What’s wrong?’
“She lost.”
‘You mean she didn’t win. Put her on.’
Hi, Uncle C.
‘Next time, Kiddo.’
I’m such a loser.
‘Were you a loser when you saved my life?’
That’s old.
‘Like you, huh? Thirty-six and no Pulitzer.’
You don’t understand.
‘I don’t understand? He has something bigger.’
Like what?
‘Like reaching the millions contemplating pills—ropes—train tracks. Use your words to kill suicide. Their lives depend on it….So….I’ve got fortune cookies, mangoes, and ice cream. No cake. Now what about your gift?’
Just be present.