It is Memorial Day weekend, and I hate this weekend of the year more than any other weekend.
Not for any anti-patriotic reasons but a sense of guilt that I made home alive. 260 more words
10 hours, 49 minutes ago
I don’t want to brag but I’m still out here living dangerously and surviving.
People think that I’m just some random dude with a fabulous dad-bod, this is true. 90 more words
1 week, 4 days ago
I paid the taxes on the house, enough to keep it from going to auction this year. So Cho and I won’t be thrown out by sheriff’s deputies with our sad possessions on the street. 130 more words
1 month, 1 week ago
I am not sure about some things– whether or not I should wear pink, if microwaving counts as cooking and where I’m going to be this time next year. 285 more words
1 month, 2 weeks ago
Locomotive Love Shack
We were on a mission North from the rainy, preserved Fiordlands to the city of Christchurch. We spread the journey over a few days because, why not? 424 more words
Funky At Heart
It’s weird how I can sense your presence, but you won’t reach out to me if I call. I guess right now I can compare you to God, but I’ve seen your presence. 577 more words
2 months, 3 weeks ago
40 Positive Days
Still ill, still grateful for the help of friends to get me through.
One took B to before school dance, another took C for a couple of hours so I could sleep. 26 more words
3 months ago