Let’s just say that it did not end well. Things were thrown, curses hurled, none of the three ever came over again, and I had to recruit a whole new stable of booty calls. Maybe a better man than me could have turned that night into something out of Penthouse Letters, but all I did was end up with my dick in my hand and a mess in my apartment.

Si nos preguntamos cuáles son las razones que subyacen en la fea mezcla de cinismo y culpa en la que pasa su vida la mayoría de los hombres, diremos que son estas: cinismo, porque ni practican ni aceptan la moralidad altruista; culpa, porque no se atreven a rechazarla.

Everyone was like the faces on a playing card, upside down either way.

Written By Garry Wills

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