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Try as I may, these people are… well, let’s just call a spade a spade: they’re lunatics. If it were up to me, they’d have to get a license to procreate.

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I can’t bear the thought of losing my edge. For every experience in Manhattan, I need a place like this in Texas. It wasn’t by accident that I ended up here. Was it God or my subconscious? My money’s on both.

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My mornings in Texas start with a cup of coffee on Lake Austin. I sit at a park table with my copy of Caro’s The Path to Power, watching steam escape from my cup. When a gust of wind hits, which is often, the foliage on massive oaks rattles like maracas, covering the pages of my paperback with crispy leaves.