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Parklyf.
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Snapper Rocks.
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Loving this year’s T-Wolves.
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I go into these houses and there ain’t no men. I walk into these places and there ain’t no men. There are mothers and grandmothers, and there are these children that belong to whom exactly? Families are fractured. I see the unwanted children. Sometimes there are males around, but they’re the cats who are living off of the women. They’re on the couch, there for the drink and the drugs or whatever money she has. They’re the broken men. But there are no men. There are no fathers. Time and time again.
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Whatever people are going to do for fun in 20 years is probably predetermined. Winning is more a matter of discovering it than making it happen. In this respect at least, you can’t push history off its course. You can, however, accelerate it.
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I remember growing up and occasionally some horrific shit would go down in my neighborhood. And it would be ignored by the media. It told us we didn’t count. It made plain that we were outside society. These stories count, just like the people who live in these neighborhoods.
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Old dirt farmer, varsity baseball player
Texas nomad and fisherman
I lost my mind, it was blowin’ in the wind
And I did all of this for you.
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First—if you are in love—that’s a good thing—that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you.
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Well, sittin’ here sad as hell, listenin’ to Adele, I feel ya, baby “Someone Like You”?
More like someone unlike you, or somethin’ that’s familiar, maybe.
- Andre 300, ‘The Real Her’
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I miss Jack Nicholson. I’m not gay, I’m straight but damnit, I want to hug Jack! I miss Denzel also. I miss the Laker girls. I miss the referee who runs like he is riding three horses.
I miss shooting airballs and dribbling the ball off my leg and Kobe saying “Ronny stop!” I miss my tight shorts. I miss Ron Artest. I hope Blake Griffin dunks on me and makes a kid coloring book with a pop out poster with the dunk. I want to play instead of cooking. I feel like a Atlanta house wife.
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GQ: Let’s say the game was tied. 10 seconds left. You had 30 points, LeBron’s got 30, and Wade’s got 30. You got the same amount of rebounds, same amount of assists—having the same great game. Who takes the shot at the end to either win or lose the game.
Chris Bosh: [immediately] Dwyane.
GQ: Why?
Chris Bosh: Because of his success in the past, given what he’s done. He’s a champ. He’s an MVP, and he’s hit a bunch of last-second shots. That’s the time you have to put pride aside a little bit, and do what’s best for the team. He’s quickest, and he’s gonna get a shot off. He relishes those moments.
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We inherit a great river of knowledge, a flow of patterns coming from many sources. The information that comes from deep in the evolutionary past we call genetics. The information passed along from hundreds of years ago we call culture. The information passed along from decades ago we call family, and the information offered months ago we call education.
But it is all information that flows through us. The brain is adapted to the river of knowledge and exists only as a creature in that river. Our thoughts are profoundly molded by this long historic flow, and none of us exists, self-made, in isolation from it.
— Here.
