Thursday, 26 June 2008
NY had saved him, in a very real way. It had forced him to survive, to become, to live like a man - not someone's son, someone's friend, another student, but a man who had only himself to rely on. It had pushed and prodded him with its impatient and sharp fingers, reminding him on a daily basis during this jittery first year that it didn't really give a goddamn whether he sank or swam.
Une plume de Babycakes vers 9:27 pm