It seems like just yesterday we were bringing in 2019. I was at Flea Market Guy’s house. We were drinking. Actually, we were drunk. We
My mom’s birthday is today. A week or so ago, she asked me if I would go pick up her birthday cake the day before.
I have this small addiction to Google. “Everything Google.” That’s my motto. I traded in my iPhone to get a Google powered phone (not a
I had big dreams and aspirations of picking up the book I “finished” oh so long ago and editing it to perfection this month. November
Flea Market Guy officially made it to sixty days of sobriety. It feels so much longer than that. Sixty days. That means we have only
I’ve been struggling with my creativity lately because the space I usually use to write has been over run with books and other “stuff.” I’ve