Ok, here’s a sketch of me riding in the desert on a horse, with a gun, smoking a cig.
Only I don’t smoke, I have no horse, my guns have been taking away from me, and I don’t have a cowboy hat. Other than that it’s a remarkable representation of Scarpoe. I thought a little levity would be nice before I dive into some serious business on the next post.
As I find myself in life’s third act, I now have command of the trauma. The first act featured that trauma and a need to grow up quickly. Act 2 contained success and deterioration as a successful entrepreneur and a man. For act 3, I’ve made the conscious decision to serve. If I can somehow contribute to the evolution of mankind, this ride will be worthwhile. Struggle Street is a part of that effort. Thanks for reading.
Do Well, Be Well,
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