lock stock and teardrops i'll be gone or happy new sponge day imaginary constructs
my streak of perfect summer fruits ended with some mealy nectarines and a sour plum
last weekend i hiked a gorge and turned my legs into rubber
yesterday i busted my toe sideways while walking to the kitchen so i can't ramble today
last night i ate pork egg rolls and a frozen three musketeers bar for dinner
my usual breakfast is a pot of black coffee as my stomach protests any effort beyond that until three or four hours after we get up
















