Brent Jones

He pondered his turmoil, wondering which he feared most__osing his father or being alone in the world. Both were inevitable. Neither could be stopped or slowed down. All he could do now was brace for impact.

It__ like everyone has their own little recipe for happiness, but no one really seems all that happy.

Happiness isn__ something you work toward, the same way misery isn__ something you work toward.

See, you__e got to understand, son. There__ two types of guys in this world. There__ guys . . . who think they__e in control, and guys like us who live in the moment. Who accept life as it is.

It__ like you__e always living in your head. . . . Relax and appreciate your surroundings a little.

It feels like I__ stuck in one spot. It__ been this way for a long time. I know you understand, but now you__e moving on without me. And I____ not ready to be alone.

I lost someone close to me once . . . Taught me to live in the moment. Life is short, you know?

I gave up drinking before my twentieth birthday. I haven__ touched the stuff since. And I__e discovered that not everyone who does horrible things is a horrible person.

If that__ the case, I understand why emotions are hard for you. You__e numbed yourself to make room for the grief you carry.