My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
I head over to Kings Lumber Yard climb up on a pile of wood and wait for the rain. clouds move slowly covering what little sunshine that seems to be on the rise; but as a kid with skinned knees I carry hope in my jean pocket rather than a rabbits footmy friend Janey sits under a …
On any given day or any given moment fly by night whimsical stargazing backtracking sense of well-being gently slips away without resistance without pause for concern Getting clear of a suffocating fog surround sound droning - endlessly a long drawn out daze blowing smoke in the face of a higher power - father, son and …
