I’ve always digged Jack London

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I’ve tried to tell this story much in the same way one tells a story to a friend. It’s something that has occurred, you think about it, turn it over in your head and then tell it. I don’t know if it works or it doesn’t. Don’t know if this is what is expected or not. The unexpected can only happen if you know what the expected is. If you are aware enough, or lucky enough, to realize the unexpected when it is happening. Most times the unexpected is the most subtle thing happening.

Derek, Ma and Me

I’ve actually learned a lot in telling this story. I think, as with most things in life, you either do it or you don’t, there is no in-between. I tried to write some “points” and outline they call it, and then tell the story in the most natural manner possible… but does that work? Do you take notes before telling the post man a story? Or your brother? Or your priest? I don’t know, but I don’t think so.

But enough with the excuses, this is my story:

EXPECTATIONS AREN’T WHAT THEY USED TO BE

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