I’m hurting. I haven’t felt this morose since I found out Michael Phelps wasn’t racing an actual shark. Yesterday, Wednesday, September 27th, we lost a hero, Hugh Marston Hefner, founder of Playboy. Now, before anyone gets mad, I don’t worship Hugh Hefner because he lived my own personal dream, but because he lived every man’s dream. This man deserves a novel in tribute to his life. But for now, I’m just gonna pour one out. RIP in peace Hef.
“Life is too short to be living somebody else’s dream.”