Since I was 5 years old, this has been my home. There have been years I don't come back. I regret that now. But it has always been a sanctuary. A place I could go and feel safe. Feel loved.... Continue Reading →
The last 40 or so hours are going to be virtually impossible for me to recover from. Personally. Professionally. As a human. Fuck.
I'm sitting here watching the Minions and eating shitty Pizza Hut with my son. My mom is in the hospital 3 hours away. And I'm thinking about work. Piling up. Stuff not getting finished. America. You are a fucking shit... Continue Reading →
You know it's bad when you're looking on auction sites in Spain. But, it's how I'm wired. Can't get past it. Not sure I should. I'll be stopping by again soon. It's time.
I was thinking of story idea starts today... "How much different would my life be today if I hadn't found out my dad died via text from an ex-girlfriend?" Short story. Because after 10 seconds of thought, the answer is... Continue Reading →
I don't know when my obsession with old stereo stuff started. I guess when I got a Panasonic record player/radio/8-track on eBay in 2000 or so. It was boxed and in perfect shape. I figure it was a return to... Continue Reading →
I think about Richard Hell and the Voidoids singing. And I decided it was time to blog again. I looked at my site, saw it's been since Jan. 2018. Damn. So, here I am. Not much to say, honestly. But... Continue Reading →
Elvis guitar magnet. Part of a big set that Emily gave me (I think?). Izzy enjoyed it for a bit. Throwing it out.
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