Busy working too many jobs and wearing too many hats. Still alive, and occasional inspired by sickly sweet news stories about best friends that will one day eat each other.
But isn’t that the way of the world? Grow up thick as thieves, and then one day, you lean over, open wide, and swallow their soul?
Actually, the signal of Armageddon is me listening to country music.
Dude, is that a picture of a gun in the corner? Wicked…
Um, so yea… we haven’t talked in a while. I’d like to. Word.