One day you wash up on the beach, wet and naked. Another day you wash back out. In between, the scenery changes constantly.
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
Dear Caitlyn:
I find myself trapped as something I don't want to be, a 63 year old man with an indifferent physique, few athletic abilities, and a desire to be an Olympic medal winner. But with the your indulgence, and the indulgence of a few million other Americans, I would like to be the 1976 Men's Winner of the Olympic Decathlon. So, if you would please send me the medal, I could wear it, and become the winner, with a little help from Wikipedia, and the suspension of belief by the public.
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