I began to live my life as if nothing I did would survive the day in which I did it. I used my grief and my hatred to wall off my childhood, my history, my sense of being part of anything greater than myself. I used women and liquor, constant righteous political work, and a series of grimly endured ordeals to convince myself that I had nothing to
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