CHAPTER 1
The poet Atticus wrote: may he arrive at his death late, in love, and a little bit drunk.
I arrive at my 50th late, sweating like a carthorse, and once again having lost my keys.
I nearly don’t make it at all.
The poet Atticus wrote: may he arrive at his death late, in love, and a little bit drunk.
I arrive at my 50th late, sweating like a carthorse, and once again having lost my keys.
I nearly don’t make it at all.