Mike and the Monkeys in His Pants

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How often do you meet someone who claims to have monkeys in his pants? I did once. He kept monkeys in his pants to share with others, and when they were really naughty he left them at home. Home was a shelter on good nights, and most nights weren’t good nights. Most nights home was the unseen corners of the world around Chicago — year ‘round. In the few years I knew him, he never once complained about it. It just was, but it wasn’t always. One day he called out to me.

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“You wanna know about my monkeys? Everybody wants to know about my monkeys. Gimme five dollars, and I’ll tell you about ’em.”

There are a lot of reasons to stop in life and a lot of ways to stop. You can stop caring and soldier on. You can lose a little of yourself along the way. You can even lose a little of all of the things that aren’t you along the way. You can stop doing, stop feeling, stop thinking about whatever it has your head in a tussle, stop and smell the roses, take a break, or go full-on Bohemian and wander the world. Too often we call it quitting. Maybe it is, or maybe quitting isn’t what we think it is.

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