There is something mesmerizing about Mark’s posts. He needs to be read, deserves to be read – all that stuff. If you haven’t read him before, please go over and have a look, it is well well worth your time.
Prologue for the uninitiated.
If you go to my basement and look under my workbench, behind the Christmas ornaments, you’ll find this:
This is a bin filled with journals from my early years in New York. Hundreds of typed, single-spaced pages and about a dozen hand-written books. I occasionally post an extract. I wasn’t always kind to women (or myself, for that matter). Some of it is a bit graphic. But I make no apologies for who I was back then and I ask you to not judge too harshly. I was just a kid. A seeker on a path. The feedback I get on these posts is humbling. People either really enjoy them or they’re being charitable.
February 27, 1993
Somebody put a huge car bomb in the basement of the World Trade Center yesterday. I can’t tear myself away from the TV coverage. I happened at 12:30 in…
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