Dual
RIP Karl 1991-2014
It was the early winter at 6000 feet. The Oregon desert. Behind me I had an emotionally closed off Korean drug dealer, a fat thirteen year old who would burst out in tears nonstop and couldn't hike, and a 90-something pound ugly stupid hick from North Florida who faked injuries to try to get out of hiking.
I had to make all of them function correctly in order to get what I wanted, and I did. They called it the "Golden Age of Group One."
Why can't I be that efficant normally in life? Why must I be on the highest possible stakes before I really start caring?
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I had to make all of them function correctly in order to get what I wanted, and I did. They called it the "Golden Age of Group One."
Why can't I be that efficant normally in life? Why must I be on the highest possible stakes before I really start caring?
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