Last night, somebody told me that I don’t love myself; hence I’m incapable of loving others. I don’t like explaining myself. Well, we are what we believe.

I took off. Drove away in the middle of the night. Found someone sane enough to talk to. End up talking about Samuel L. Jackson for the next 3 hours with cups of coffee on the table. That my friend, was one hell of a quality time.

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