070 // No furniture in that nice apartment I had. None. I lost a friend over it. He was supposed to bring a bed for me. He didn’t. I slept on an air mattress for a while. When it got a hole in it, I slept on a pallet on the floor for a year, trying not to sleep on my side, because it hurt my shoulders.
I’d roll onto my side anyway. It’s just how I sleep. 💤

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069 // I write my ideas before they dissipate into thin air like perfect donuts of smoke. 🌫
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059 // Few people will tell you about crashing that fancy, custom-kitted dream car speeding toward their goals. And even fewer detail whether they pulled themselves from the wreckage, needed the jaws of life to get out, or burned to a charcoal because they were too weak to escape.
Few people tell you what really happens when failure flips their car upside down.
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