Setting the scene…
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The Grim Reaper's Last Call
I’d set my drink down. Call the waiter over first. Pay my tab. Even if “times up” means I’m leaving, a hustler doesn’t leave debts. My mum raised me better than that. Then I’d look death in the face. Not scared. Just tired. That 3am,…
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Previously
…He would go as a lover boy who had loved with every fiber of his being, even when that love was a one-way street. He would go as a son who had tried his damnedest, who had carried the weight of his mother’s dreams on his young shoulders. He would go as a founder who had started with nothing but a fierce resolve and a burning vision, who had dared to build something from the void. And if that was all his story amounted to, if that was the sum of his existence – the relentless pursuit, the unrequited affections, the quiet sacrifices, the defiant creation – then, in the stillness of that final moment, he would find a profound, undeniable peace. It was enough. It had to be.