Mark Rothko

Most teenagers are insane. I like that in a person

Most teenagers are insane. I like that in a person

I’m getting a little tired of taking the blame for all my screw-ups. The Camaro, for instance. No one likes that beat-up old buggy but me. And the back patio didn’t turn out as planned. I envisioned flagstones rimmed by moss.

As luck would have it, Venus has more surface moisture than our backyard. No moisture, no magic, no moss. Screwed up again. You’d think after six decades, I’d finally learn to do my homework.

In L.A., you are constantly surrounded by success stories, further aggravating my situation. In the pew next to me the other night was Tom, who told me he made a ton of money as a salesman for Xerox when it carried “the only plain...

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