Wednesday Motivational: Listening

I hate macho crap. The aggro, the bluster, the catcalls, the “words are for PUSSAYS” of it all. It’s a gushing blast of testosterone and a complete waste of brain. In a word, blech. Here’s one thing nobody will ever say about macho types: he was a good listener. Listening requires

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tWBS died a year ago. It’s still shocking because tWBS was so alive—combative, emphatic, warm... He could take any Russian in a freezer vodka contest, an evening equally likely to end in a hugfest or duking it out with strangers. He was a personable devil and a great friend. tWBS

The D of S, Vol. II: Terrazzo IV

It's the next morning on Purgatory. tWBS: Hey, wake up. Senor: Ugh, I slept like I was on a rock. (He checks his "pillow.") Oh, that explains it. tWBS: I hear footsteps. Senor: It sounds like running. Towards here. tWBS: Welcoming party? Senor: No! This is the terrace of sloth, so… penance, actually. Slothful Soul: (running by

The D of S, Vol. II: Terrazzo II

Place: Approaching the second terrace of Purgatory. Hence the name of the chapter and all. tWBS: So, what's this place going to be? We already took on pride. How about prejudice? Senor: *takes a sec before chuckling* That was really dumb. tWBS: Hey, you laughed. Senor: Because it was dumb! Anyway… I guess you

The D of S, Vol. II: Terrazzo I

Place: Walking into the first terrace, through the gate of PurgatoryTime: About twenty seconds after the previous chapter tWBS: So, I can't look back, huh? So what if I do this? (He looks back.) Senor: Dude, n— The two are seemingly teleported the several hundred feet back to where they started, the gate of