III No One Dies His mother’s headache developed the day they arrived in Prag. She babbled insensibly while he pretended to sleep. She got worse with the weather as the torrents of rain became storms of snow and so too did she descend, getting colder and colder, further and further removed from her boy and [...]
In the Colony of Losers, it’s not that we lack the potential to succeed; it’s just that we haven’t yet. The Colony of Losers isn’t a prison, it’s a fraternity that every single man, woman and child will pass through in their lives. Your parents were losers before they succeeded enough to only be vaguely dissatisfied with their lot in life. Bill Gates was one of us, whacking off in the bathroom to that teacher he gave an apple to that didn’t give him the time of day.