Giving a damn about my work is both a privilege and three heavy army deploiment duffle bags through the desert. Zeal drags night owls from
I don’t know why I allowed it to happen, but there are two of me. The first me is the one you get to meet.
I’m not blessed with much sensitivity of the extrasensory kind. I can at least tell when a friend is sad, but I cannot predict so
I looked at a photograph of me today. It was taken in December 2019 and I look silly and boisterous and I have no idea
There are three kinds of people in the world. This is of course not true at all but it’s always given me a sort of
Everyone has a box under the bed. Maybe it’s the bottom little corner of your favorite jewelry box. Maybe it’s tucked in beneath your underwear