Would I really rather be mistaken for a Hipster than a Hasid?
How much of yourself would you surrender to be a part of something bigger?
The game made us laugh, debate, and venture into un-PC territory. It also showed me that I did have a community.
Losing stuff, mean people, hair in my food... I rant a bit. And hope for something better.
Steve Jobs did not exit the womb with a computer chip in his mouth. Warren Buffet was not born holding a stock tip, and Thomas Edison didn't change the light bulb above his crib.
My outsider status was hard-won. Earned with my own blood.
My Rav doesn't understand about my bartender. I haven't ever had the chance to tell him this, but I think G-d draws me to this young man. I think She wants me to tell him something.
This one goes out to all the people just trying to get through it
