I will likely annotate these (flesh these out, un-(Tu?)pac these ideas, Tavis Smiley might say) on How We Double Down if I meet a real friend today. I am truly at the end of my rope. Beyond that, the idea that it’s a mental hospital or a sleeping bag and concrete (or the shelter with guilty celebs) with the pain i’m in is odious enough … Continue reading ARRange (Range, Arrange, A Range)