Truth or Beard

“The road that is built in hope is more pleasant to the traveler than the road built in despair, even though they both lead to the same destination.”

― Marion Zimmer Bradley, The Fall of Atlantis

“No. I meant what I said, you can’t make an omelet without heat. If you have no heat then it’s just watery, raw eggs. That’s not an omelet.”

“You mean, you can’t make an omelet without breaking some eggs,”

“You mean, you can’t make an omelet without breaking some eggs,”

“Why are you wearing those stupid glasses, Cletus? You don’t need glasses,”

“Well, is she leaving, or not? Because we have a test next week and I feel pretty good about the material,”

And also, how do you get these to be so darn fluffy? It’s like eating a blueberry flavored cloud of awesome.

“But we were just getting to integrals.”

“Miss James is leaving? In the middle of the school year?”

Maybe I was being absurd and reckless, misguided and foolish. I knew he would push me, I had no doubt. But I trusted him. I trusted that, even though Duane would definitely push, he’d also be there to catch me when I fall.