1996 was a tough year. Courtney was killed. I crashed my brand new car and should have been killed. We had to kill Chessie the cat after 16 years. An entry from my journal after all of that went down: My life will not change unless i choose it to
Baby Squirrels FTW
When I grow up. I know what I want to be now. I want write. So many stories. I’d love to do Wonder Woman right, but regardless. I want to write. I want to tell stories. I want to take people away from every day and their now. I want
So its late, at least relatively. If you are eastern it is. If not then nevermind. Late. Early. It’s relative. Time. Not a friend of mine. Go. Do.
Do something you moron.
Brilliant. I got glue where I can’t clear it out. May be it needs to be there. Almost played make believe with people today. We all just kinda met in the middle. Sure would have loved to be in the art show. Even tho it was empty. Now we have
I cant do this anymore.