I was the Bruce Lee of Hearts, no joke; knew all the nerve clusters to paralyze your ass.
Colson Whitehead, “Occasional Dispatches from the Republic of Anhedonia: Part 4," on Grantland (entire series here)
- jamesfraleigh posted this
You know those pigeonholes that hotels used to have at the registration desk for guests' mail? This is mine, for whatever long-term obsessions or short-term outrages cross my mind and need to be slotted somewhere convenient.