I think death dawned on me when I was 12 or 13, during the Cuban missile crisis, when we all thought we were about to get fried by the Russians. I’ve repressed it for years, but it’s starting to come back at me. It’s getting way too close.
Berkeley Breathed
I think death dawned on me when I was 12 or 13, during the Cuban missile crisis, when we all thought we were about to get fried by the Russians. I’ve repressed it for years, but it’s starting to come back at me. It’s getting way too close.