Cassie spoke up, “He is like Peter Pan and the Lost Boys.” …Tameron said “No one is lost here. And we have just as many girls, well, maybe not as many as we have boys, but a fair amount. Who is this Peter Pan you speak of? A hero?” he asked Cassie.Alicia spoke up then … “He led a group of boys in a world of adventure on an island paradise.”Tameron looked at Cassie to see if she agreed. She smiled and nodded.”This Peter Pan was real?” he asked.”No, he was a fairy… uhm, tale,” Cassie said.Tameron smiled. “I like the idea. I’ll have to read it sometime…
We always imagine some future self that won’t ever get pissed off — that’ll always go to bed on time, always brush our teeth, always enjoy mind-blowing sex with our spouse on Tuesday night. And yet, Stephen Hawking begs to differ: "We are just an advanced breed of monkeys on a minor planet of a very average star."
The rushing relief was like the first drag of a cigarette. Btw, if you don't smoke too much, the final drag off a cigarette is a powerful nerve tonic. Highly recommended. I've smoked five or six cigarettes my entire life, and each one was fucking awesome. I seriously hope I don't get cancer.