This has been a fun ride, y'all. Gorgeous women, fantastic meals at fancy restaurants, the best weed and booze money can buy. But I simply can't refuse the siren song of Provo, Utah.
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I am nearing sixty now and the rage is gone. I sort of miss it sometimes. I never did anything stupid, to my abuser or to myself, or not much. Never had a satisfying victory. I didn't set out on a path of peace, climb the mountains of Tibet, or have some brilliant insight. I just carried on, and things sort of faded.