Young Man, 

Start the kettle and sit to listen. Paper and pen, please. We don’t have much time. 

You are fourteen now. Congratulations—keep reading. I’ll give you what you need to fly.

At fourteen, it feels like you’re the only stinky thing on the planet. Don’t count on it. The sad fact is: the body is a wet, hairy, doubting vessel that also s…read more