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I’m thankful for banana flavored ice cream, damn good sushi and copper cold Kentucky Mules. I’m thankful for pretty girls and pretty friends and watching my pretty friends fall in love with pretty girls (I’m looking at you John, Brian and Rob). I’m thankful for warm conversations at underground arcade bars. I’m thankful for the black heart emoji and hope that one day Apple decides to make a porcelain one. I’m thankful for Frank Ocean, Bon Iver, Johnny Cash, Childish Gambino, The National, Amy Winehouse, Barenaked Ladies (and bare naked ladies), Borns, The Weeknd, The Tallest Man on Earth, Bob Marley, Bob Dylan and some fucking talented musician that will one day light up the whole goddamn world, Trey Schafer. I’m thankful for being born in Southern Indiana and raised by a mother whose as fierce (and as lovely) as a valkyrie. I’m thankful for books and words and iced coffee. I’m thankful for fucking my foot to pieces late in my high school basketball career because if I hadn’t I don’t think I’d ever become a writer. I’m thankful my family stumbled upon a stray puppy who we’d grow to love and name Lucky. I’m thankful for fireside whiskey-infused ukulele riffs with Ian. I’m thankful for Nathan Fox and I’s shared love of anime. I’m thankful for my grandmother and the pain that comes with missing her and I’m thankful to have known someone so special that it hurts like hell when they make their French Exit. I’m thankful for the times my brother and I get higher than a pair of kites and we whip up something fucking brilliant on the grill. I’m thankful for you reading this right now because if you got this far it means you cared enough to give me a minute of your time. And, if you got this far, you should also know that there is a lot to be thankful for even if right now you don’t see it. And, sometimes, it helps to make a list, like the one above. And, other times, you can take a deep breath and hold it in and let it out and do it again and again and again and think to yourself: God or the universe or evolution thank you for giving me these lungs to breathe with and thank you for giving me lovely moments and people and memories that take my fucking breath away.

By Cole Schafer.

P.S. One day these one minute writings will be a big book called “One Minute, Please.” Can I let you know when that day comes? You can say yes, here.

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