Life has a soundtrack. Sometime we choose the song. Sometimes the song chooses us. Sometimes it’s just a freight train careening off the rails....
“Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of...
Youth comes standard-issue with hubris, despite its noble aims. Decisions have consequences, even if not for years. Every war has a first shot fired…...