It didn't go as well as we'd have liked.
No good thing is failure and no evil thing success
Baseball is dull only to dull minds.
(February 17, 1908 - October 22, 1992)
I wonder if any of them can tell from just looking at me that all I am is the sum total of my pain, a raw woundedness so extreme that it might be terminal. It might be terminal velocity, the speed of the sound of a girl falling down to a place from where she can't be retrieved. What if I am stuck down here for good?