By Paulo Wayne
My cousin only meditates after emptying a bottle of whiskey and putting his cowboy boots on. He is convinced that challenges help him to become one with god. Whenever he drinks, he calls me saying that he will move to Brazil and get married with a local yoga instructor. Today, he told me he had seen his future wife during meditation. One day, his drinking habits will put him in trouble. I imagine him being arrested for setting his mattress on fire or for kissing a stranger. It’s a shame because there is nothing more beautiful than a free soul.
“When I was a kid, my grandmother gave a typewriter for my birthday. From that day on, I haven’t stopped writing … I write on the subway, in the car. I write before going to sleep.” – the writer