The answer is nothing, well nothing you can figure out unless you've found your twenty. Twenty, yes, as the number. What's your twenty? It is the answer to the question you are too scared to ask yourself. What is that, you ask? You ask a lot of questions eh. The password is the answer of defining your twenty which you get by solving the puzzle — what is the one thing you're missing in order to reach that 10/10 version of your immaculate fucking self besides starting, you sassy little Prince of Maine, you King of New England?

WHAT IS YOUR 0 ?
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A handwritten note: If I don't I might resent me. Must try before I know it wasn't meant to be. In this life we'll come across plenty. But not all of us will find our twenty.

If I don’t I might resent meMust try before I know it wasn’t meant to beIn this life we’ll come across plentyBut not all of us will find our twenty

Charcoal sketch portrait of William Waltrip, 1941
W.W. · 20 February 1941

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NOTICE
PATHS DIVERGE AHEAD
TRAVELER — PREPARE THYSELF

DRINK ON THE HOUSE?

A bartender in a tuxedo standing behind a bar, shelves of bottles behind him.
A painting by Guy Buffet: a bartender in a tuxedo, shown across twelve panels in motion
painting by guy buffet, used with permission

seven drinks, seven doors.

there’s a fifth road, if you’re patient
flushing robert frost...
bella notte