Warrior’s Friend – by David Johnston

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…and then we met, my friend, my lover, my wife, my daughter—those with whom I choose to populate my existence. Not my Facebook friends, and not those I “like” with the meaningless click of a button. No, I’m talking the real thing, with real passion, burning sensation and desire that trickles through veins and compels one’s best.

The Independent Waltz: Fuck the Team, Embrace the Team

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You know you’re not much of a “team player” when they try kicking you out of marching band. For real. This happened. “David, you’re a great musician, and everybody looks up to you. But that’s the problem. They follow your lead. And you’re a bit of a loose cannon”.