Tiny Parades

Tiny Parades

I must admit, I’ve been recoiling a little bit. Feeling a little lost in the shuffle/down in the dumps/pity party city. Not in a huge, or unmanageable way, more like in a ho hum sort of way. Jesus, life isn’t a parade every day? What the hell? But, then...
Four Months Yesterday

Four Months Yesterday

How about that? Yesterday I got up and went for a sunrise long run. I started laughing, out loud, when I remembered where I was four months ago: glued to my bed ashamed and Hungover unable to function. I have changed so much from that person. Thankfully, since that...

A First

It used to be that every so often I’d get “creative”. In other words, get a little drunk then want to paint or create something. It would be fun, and there were loads of cigarette breaks and tons of swilling and I’d inevitably go about three...