This one is one of the toughest. I fucking love(d) these shoes. Adidas Samba II (Jade)... They walked me through the best, and worst, parts of my life. I got drunk a lot in these shoes. I traveled a lot... Continue Reading →
A baby from a king cake. Kept as a memory. Of New Orleans, I'm guessing. A memory that faded to nothing. See ya.
It was a Thursday morning. I remember that much. The day was much like every other spring day. I woke up around 10 in the morning. I turned on my computer. I stared at it for a while. I ate... Continue Reading →