I was going to bed late, had to get up early for work—probably should’ve skipped that cup of coffee—and I was getting old.
Wow, my son turned 15! I am old.
I lay in bed and thought about what I’d accomplished in those 15 years and—the cause for my restlessness—what I’d failed to accomplish.
Only a minute ago I was in film school rewatching for the 100th time my favorite movie, “The Godfather.” The film was made long before I was born. At the time I was in school, during the mid-’90s, “The ...
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