Comrade in Arms

In case you’re wondering why I haven’t been writing, well let’s just say, I was invited over to someone’s house for dinner.

Yada, yada, yada, five minutes after arriving, without a stinking drink to blame, without an ounce of grace to my name, I fell. Flat on my face. Continue reading

Things I Find on My Walk #5

Things I Find on My Walk #5

Perhaps it was a toddler, drunk on Welch’s grape juice and graham crackers, who in a blurry-eyed attempt to get home, flew off the road, landing in this pile of mulch. Continue reading