“I’ll tell them how I survive it. I’ll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in things because I’m afraid it could be taken away. That’s when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I’ve seen someone do. It’s like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years. But there are much worse games to play.”
Wringing out a washcloth in space
He looks so frustrated
Man with suit made of Mentos is dunked in a tank full of Diet Coke.
DID HE SURVIVE
Gordo keepin it real
finally my child can safely ram her fucking head into a doorknob this is what the future is all about what a time to be alive