Where the Walls are Soft…

So far, no one’s actually been arrested, but it’s not been for lack of trying. Apparently, for my family, “close” counts, not only in horseshoes and hand grenades, but also in trespassing. For as long as I can remember, my family has had an odd fascination with the idea of being arrested, to [...]

I refuse to juggle anymore. It’s been one thing after another again lately. I dealt with the crowds of people all last week. I kind of thought I had it together there. I thought wrong. The shit continues to hit the fan. Most of the time it’s either not [...]