Apathy and other small victories epub

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Search Search Search Browse menu. Usually on a Greyhound bus, right before his life falls apart again. Just like he planned. But this time it's complicated: there's a sadistic corporate climber who thinks she's his girlfriend, a rent-subsidized affair with his landlord's wife, and the bizarrely appealing deaf assistant to Shane's cosmically unstable dentist.

When one of the women is murdered, and Shane is the only suspect who doesn't care enough to act like he didn't do it, the question becomes just how he'll clear the good name he never had and doesn't particularly want: his own. Media Apathy and Other Small Victories. Save Not today. Format ebook. Even as a small child, I knew it would one day come to this. And I wished I could remember lying in the back yard as a kid with my hands locked behind my head, looking up at the night sky and dreaming.

It's the closest we'll ever come to true equality. They drank it when they came in every morning to get going, and then again in the afternoon to keep going. They ran on caffeine fumes all day and never fucking got anywhere. Then they went home spent and empty and crashed in front of the TV every night and slept away the few hours they had for themselves.

All these motherfuckers are always talking about the best ways to manage your time. Nobody has the time or the energy to do what they really want, or to even figure out what that is. Only this older brother was fucking me. I'm telling mom. Nobody knows how to just shut the fuck up and look out the window anymore. But then nobody gets to be in the Bible anymore, no matter who they are or what they do, and the sooner you realize that the easier it all becomes.

I am a vengeful god. Nothing makes sense anymore. After a few years a college journalism class would review my trial and see that I was obviously innocent. There would be embarrassing publicity. In my heart, I was always free. I didn't give a shit either way. Khaki pants and polo shirts and exclamation points at the end of every sentence. Each introduction was like a kick in the groin.

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