The next day the shadow of my shitty pants hung over me like a shadow of shitty pants that I shat.
Hank Williams, chocolate covered cherries, clowns playing mandolins, and a lifelong discomfort with taking things literally.
An encounter with the down and out leaves me feeling helpless and depressed.
As it turns out, allergies can be super duper convenient.
Scraps of memories from my first few years.
Right around the time I turned five years old I lost my home, while a less lucky teenager lost his life.
About the same time I stopped using training wheels, I began breaking the law and damaging God's property.