a la Richard Anderson and Don Hudson.
You might sit down. There’s a story behind every name, yours and mine; and here’s a part of it I think you ought to know.
So maybe your path is usually clear. Maybe you pay attention to the ground while you walk. Maybe you have fewer problems than I do. …Maybe not?
Hi, Mom. Now that I’m in Pennsylvania and it’s snowing on my face, I have a confession to make.
Missed opportunities, amirite
Sometimes the peoples at the fortune cookie factory get bored.
Some days, I walk miles with a story on my tongue, waiting for some hapless bystander to walk by so I can tell it to them. Other days, I realize the internets have everything I need. Why wait for hapless bystanders when I have you? Trapped. Staring at your shiny pixelated screen. Yes, technically you…