I flee. I ride off into the sunset at three in the afternoon to skip the afternoon rush hour leading to the sunset. I have important things to do at home. There is something on the stove I need to attend to. Did I tell you I was expecting a call? Gee, you know, I'm really worn
I have zero chance of going down in history. And I'm totally ok with that.
(**Trigger Warning**) When I allow myself to dig into my life to find the moment things went off-course, I always end up at George and the Uninvited Penis.
What does your mind tell you? No, really. I'm asking.
Do you have different sides to your personality? Do you have separate parts of yourself you only share with certain people? Well, then you know just what I mean with Her, Me & We.
How nice to have friends that remind you what "class" really means.
At this moment, across town in a dark and dirty office, lies a small hard drive with my entire photographic portfolio on it - as it struggles to come to life. Discovering this was the cherry on top of a week in which I accidentally deleted my entire photographic website. Is the universe trying to tell me something?
Here is the question: do you have a "good, honest name?" In movies, people shout "You will not besmirch my good honest name!" Is your name a "good, honest name?" Is mine?