Letās say I was driving to the airport. Whipping down 91 from my hometown of Brattleboro, Vermont to Bradley International in Connecticut, windows down...
While I cannot recall what I was doing on this exact date, I know several things that were pertinent to my life at that time: 1. I was halfway through...
Krissi and I huddled in what little shade we could find at the end of the alley. Trails of sweat, tinted hot pink by her freshly dyed hair, began to...
A crowd in nerd shirts, showing love for Trek, Wars, Firefly, and Who files into a convention space in Houston, TX. My torso is similarly wrapped in black...
