A while ago, a friend of mine asked me if I believe in a mid-life crises. After a lot of walks and some careful thinking, I think a mid-life crises starts with a desperate desire to carve “Brooks was here” in some patch of existence before they take away your pen knife and you forget your name. This may need more walking and thinking….
Brooks was here
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