Friday, March 7, 2014
Posted by Greg Grisolano
Stop me if you’ve heard this before.
’Twas a dark and stormy night, and an unsuspecting motorist is menaced by an “antisocial bully driving an 18-wheel death wagon.” 1,609 more words
I often feel as though I’ve had numerous lives because of the journey that I am on.
I’m sure it’s something we all feel when we reach a certain point, everything wrapped up in neat little packages of time: Childhood, High School, College, First Job, Marriage, Children, Second Job etc. 685 more words