A man’s alibi is the child of his own imagination. It is human nature to defend one’s own brain-child.

My mullet was an insecurity shield. My mullet was an ethnic hatchet. My mullet was an arrow on fire.  My mullet said to the literary world, "Hello, you privileged prep-school assholes, I'm here to steal your thunder, lightning, and book sales.

I have seen too many men go down, and I never permit myself to forget that one day, through accident or under the charge of a younger, stronger knight, I too will go down.

Written By Moni Shankar Das

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