Brief prose, musings, random thoughts, occasional bits of amateur poetry - and whatever doesn't fit anywhere else. This is my junk drawer.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Walking Wounded
"It’s not just him, man; we’re all injured … we’re all the ‘walking wounded’, as you put it. And by the time a man gets to our age, most of the fresh wounds are self-inflicted."
- John Buckner (My Cookout with Buck)
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