Finding Fossil Fuels In The Bottom Of Your Heart
<p>I stole a bracelet from my nephew. It’s one of those rubber bracelets that make people imagine you’re supporting a cause.</p>
<p>You are.</p>
<p>You’re wearing a bracelet. Which means that rubber loop is wrapped around your wrist instead of the neck of your local dolphin.</p>
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<p>On my bracelet, there are dinosaurs. Nine dinosaurs on parade. So, I guess you know the truth by now:</p>
<p>I’m pro-dinosaur.</p>
<p>Why?</p>
<p>Because life’s too short not to be what you are.</p>
<p>When I march into bars and catch people running down dinosaurs, saying things like, “Let’s make this an anti-dinosaur bar,” I order the biggest beer. I drink it using my most muscly arm, the “major arm,” which is for luring love makers — I glaze it in shine and flourish it in public places — and sometimes the arm is for intimidation work.</p>
<p>I lift the big beer with Major and guess what’s clearly visible?</p>
<p>My cause.</p>
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<p>This shuts everyone up, and I get an apology from the tallest, toughest alcoholic in the bathroom when we’re both peeing with everything we’ve got.</p>
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