My daughter just turned eighteen years old.
September 24, 2017 Dear The End of the World, How are you? I’m fine, no thanks to you.
Life isn’t all music and true tales of liquor, lust, and primer gray Camaros, you know.
I walk my neighborhood streets each evening in a feeble effort to blend in with humanity.
A red envelope filled with Sun gas, tied closed with White ribbon. It meant something to Someone, somewhere. For a moment it rose, Or maybe a day, A week. Dancing in the […]
I had a plan for today’s piece, but Megastorm! ™ washed it away.
Ten mandatory requirements for the Baby New Year.
Sometimes I catch sight of the sun and the mystery of it all returns.
Man, 2016. What a cruddy year.
I burned a lot of hours last week on a bike.