If Lifes a Bitch...then she dealt a fucking shit hand to me. Fuck, I wish sometimes she'd given me some cancer or other shit like that. At least that way I'd have a fucking excuse. But what the fuck have I got to moan about, people are dying of starvation, diesease & fucking wars. There'd be no time to fuck around and whine about my shit, I'd be too busy trying to get clean water, a fucking decent meal a day or escape some fucking gun-toting militia run by some sadistic warlord. Right?
Our lives are so small. Navel gazing is a luxury.
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I have to mention one of my favourite books in recent years: Philip Marsdens Spirit-Wrestlers : A Russian Journey . There's a particular...