Not the usual Day One road trip musings. Not the same as the last one, that’s for sure. There are some funnies, but there is
years of song carried on the wind, each day and night, now a silent breeze.
Dark, heavy clouds move with urgency across the sky, driven by the force of the wind. The air feels wet but no rain falls. The
Dear Universe (or Life or whatever you would like to be addressed as), I would like to commend you on your tenacity. Your many
You must have walked into the room but I didn’t notice. You were just simply there all of a sudden, next to me on the
Level One (sober, but the drinking has begun): A variety of songs by Pink. “Slut Like You” will most certainly make an appearance towards the