Identity | Crisis
It’s late and I am writing again. There’s a soft patter of raindrops falling outside tonight. The hiss of the freeway (which I now drive to a regular job) is there but much more distant tonight. Continue reading Identity Crisis
It’s late and I am writing again. There’s a soft patter of raindrops falling outside tonight. The hiss of the freeway (which I now drive to a regular job) is there but much more distant tonight. Continue reading Identity Crisis
So I took the photo you see above while awaiting to finish what would be my last night in Oregon. This may be temporary, it may be permanent, only time will tell. I have had some incredible adventures and disappointments while living here. All of those moments are memories now as I am embark on a new chapter within this wild ride of life that I have had the opportunity to live. Continue reading Second Chances |Seattle
A complete oxymoron. It will make sense later in this piece.
Today marks just five days from when I leave Oregon for the state of Washington. I’ve tried to sleep for hours now and it’s just not happening. So I did what most of my ilk do Continue reading Bruce Lee and Wardrobe Malfunctions