The most interesting man in the world, dead at 74 →
For all its bravura, Mr. Fairfax’s seafaring almost pales beside his earlier ventures. Footloose and handsome, he was a flesh-and-blood character out of Graham Greene, with more than a dash of Hemingway and Ian Fleming shaken in.
At 9, he settled a dispute with a pistol. At 13, he lit out for the Amazon jungle.
At 20, he attempted suicide-by-jaguar. Afterward he was apprenticed to a pirate. To please his mother, who did not take kindly to his being a pirate, he briefly managed a mink farm, one of the few truly dull entries on his otherwise crackling résumé, which lately included a career as a professional gambler.
This is totally worth a quick read. A pistol fight at nine years old? Bad ass.
Heavy hands and heavy hearts: Love isn't →
It isn’t like a new day or spring flowers
it was like the eight spiders you swallow in a lifetime
Inside you before you know it
It was like the cockroaches in your kitchen
Apparent in the night, crawling from their secret home
Signaling it is time, to clean your house
It is like the sudden fly on…
never let the fear of striking out keep u from playing the game”
“Soul-mates are people who bring out the best in you. They are not perfect but are always perfect for you.
