his legacy, if there is one, is that I try to do my best to see people whole, for who they are and what they’ve been through. especially those who matters to me

They loved him, or loved the thought of him, what they thought he was: a man who could easily have had a good life who chose instead their life: spite and bitterness and age-fogged glasses...

no one is as they seem, and most of life, apart from honest betrayal, is lies and deceit. And the day we discover we are no different is the day we no longer want to...