Who cares, who cares. The perennial adolescent riposte. I cared, of course. I cared what people thought. I always did care. Unlike Laura, I have never had the courage of my convictions.

A good part of any day in Los Angeles is spent driving, alone, through streets devoid of meaning to the driver, which is one reason the place exhilarates some people, and floods others with an amorphous unease.

Why Are You Wasting Your Time Doing Nothing STOP Life Is Short Go Do Something With Yourself

You're a cynic," Urgit accused. Silk shook his head. "No, Your Majesty. I'm a realist.

Written By David Eddings

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