I was born on the interstate. My mother was there.
Friday, September 29, 2017
Los Angeles swallows people. For every one person crammed inside a bar, two are facedown somewhere, either having been there too long or having never left.
Thursday, April 20, 2017
I don't know why death is always the same but it always is. But you know life is always much more impressive than death. Life announces it self with force. Death slinks off. Dragged in sharp jaws under the turkey shed to be chewed apart back to life again.