...when everything hits me harder than it should, when all the wickedness and stupidity of the world feels like a personal affront, and I can't decide whether to weep or kill myself or just get drunk and punch some motherfucker in the face. Because doubtless he deserves it: just throw a rock, you'll hit somebody guilty. So better yet, throw a bunch of rocks, and throw them good and hard.
In the end, I'm just going to have to forego the man-of-constant-sorrow routine, shut up, and Do The Work. Because, really, that's all there is to be done. I don't have the luxury of cracking up, or of doing nothing.
If the world is to be saved (and this is my corner of it), that's what it will take: a multitude of people heaving a sigh, squaring their shoulders, and Doing The Work.
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