Connor, T: Incident at First Avenue - Tracy Connor - Bog

If I've learned anything in life, you need to stay in control. What are we, after all, without our own convictions? Nothing more than wild animals fighting over the soft, brown fallen deer in the woods; it's all lush - a goddamn live-off-the-land-going-green retreat in Washington for burnt-out 20-year-old executives learning about mantras, until you lose your way and descend on that innocent meat like the wild you repressed but knew was always there, just looking for an excuse to surface.