"Her ways are pleasant ways, and all her paths are peace." Proverbs 3:17
But searching all the while.
Picked up The Fuck Up today off my revolving bookshelf in St. John. It was sandwiched in between a taped together copy of Alex Haley's Roots, I had pulled out of Kay Nelsons dusty cupboard in 2001. A 5 foot spitfire of a women from Nayak, NY who moved to St. John over fifty years ago and lived and died in an underground clapboard shack on the side of this silly rock; and a smutty paperback from an anonymous author called Finishing School. This book was passed through window to window on a St. Thomas Barge one afternoon when she saw me nodding off. The gifter told me she liked to read it and furiously masturbate on the watery ride to pass the time. Thought I might like it...
Arthur Nesesian's underground literary masterpiece appropriately called the F Up is about an aspiring writer living in East Village during the gritty 80's struggling for a dream and desperate to find himself despite the constant search.
Mmmm...
At first glance the title seemed to glow in the morning sun. I snatched it up and started the familiar odyssey in between dump runs, Patron shots, tenant signatures, clinging to the rock arguments, city withdrawal, mortgage apps, and the perfect calm of the Caribbean.
There are lifers and life livers...
I would rather be courageous than comfortable...even if it means fucking up.
What category do you find your self in?
St John, New York, Atlanta, Hendersonville, Sydney, Tiger, Prague, and Athens, Where ever you roam as long as the Comforter is in you, teaching is going on, until Christ be formed in you. It is wonderful to know that you have on the full armor of God because it means you are either training or in battle. An armor would be the last attire one would don to be comfortable. Let's finish this race...
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