I suppose there are gurus all over the world who could tell me how to relax and what I need to do to get myself in a calm, peace-filled state where my mind is open and all the answers flow toward me like lotus on a pond. If one of those masters happened to be in front of me at this moment, I would reach out, put both hands around his neck and shake him over and over screaming, “Why is everything so hard?!!!”
But, there are no gurus here. Just Jim and I standing in the lobby of the Four Seasons while he tries to explain to me how he lost August and what the plan is for finding the young addict in a huge city we can’t possibly canvas effectively.
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