A pair of CD-RWs, circa 2005. That was a strange year. So full of both the feeling of it all coming together and loneliness. I spent a lot of time alone. I went to Vegas. I almost went to New... Continue Reading →
Good lord. Two empty bottles of Shiner Bock. The former drink of choice and depression. And a Mardi Gras string of Saints themed footballs. The stuff. It can own ya. It can consume ya. It can drag you down. And... Continue Reading →
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