I am not an adolescent, nor a romantic. I analyse objectively.
I still, at hotel rooms, I do this one sort of not-so-cool thing: continually shoving my room service tray in front of someone else's door. Because I don't want the remnants. I don't want to be caught, like, being like the pig that I was at two in the morning.
When did it something of shame or ridicule to be a self-made man in America?
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