I was born on the interstate. My mother was there.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
It's dark in the Rockies. The stars are bright above me and the money is quite behind me. This one feels amongst the best in my life, which is strange because I'm alone.
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Winter came to my bones. What did it mean for the history of the world? Probably nothing. He climbed back on the machine and rode towards something in the distance.