(While I’m out of the country, I’m reposting some content from my archives. This one was originally published in the summer of 2005 right after my father moved from Memphis to Salt Lake.) I thought my mother had thrown out my red Mead spiral notebook from second grade, but when my father moved here a [...]
And twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I. (For the young nippers in the audience, this should explain it.)
You guys know my brother Ranger, right? No? This picture pretty much sums it up. Imagine this face pinning you down and dripping spit into your face. BEHOLD: WHY I AM SO DAMAGED.