Man, the post I started writing Saturday before our ride to mexican fast food breakfast was a bit dire, a bit depressing and a kind of sobering reflection on his drunk words. Like many of you, we don’t have a… Continue Reading →
So I am drunk enough right now to be honest in some ways I am not normally prepared to disclose, but it seems the right time, the sentiment needs to be recorded, and wow. Sometimes, sometimes I am not feeling… Continue Reading →
I don’t really know about that, but I have written more here in the past month than I have in ages. Clearly the interaction with my readers is non-existent at best, but I keep doing it. It’s the practice I… Continue Reading →
You know my titles. I care a lot about them. Well, used to anyways. I’ve been keeping to myself a little more lately though I can admit no books read in three days as Don had to take my reading… Continue Reading →
K guys. I will do it. You want recipes, man I have recipes. Don’t want em, skip this post–I will be reorganizing this whole site design shortly–But below, behold. I bought the 8 quart, not because we expected to grow… Continue Reading →
Not sure where the theme is going today as I am a well of unfinished projects. I have over the years kept items for later artistic transformation–back in NYC/JC I legitimately carried around the inside of a piano for years,… Continue Reading →
Man, I write a hell of a lot more than you see posted–drafts filed up like abandoned dreams, sometimes never to be repeated or finished again, but the same thoughts are often swirling in themes. This morning’s half start was… Continue Reading →
Alright guys. I think about you every day, though I cannot muster the attention span it takes every day to find the time to do this. In the morning I might be able to forge a little alone time to… Continue Reading →
Well guys, that thing I mentioned I might elaborate on later came to fruition, sending me into a bit of a tailspin. So my experience with my first surgeries and the like traced back to that rowdy month, October 1995… Continue Reading →
I didn’t wake up as early today as I would like, having listed in the bed much longer than I wanted, and settled into the pillow and on Duke just to ease my entrance into the day. At the end… Continue Reading →
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