Every now and again I'll think about this day when a kid wearing cleats stomped on my hand on the playground. I thought I could see the bone in my middle finger. I can't remember anymore if I could actually see the bone, but time will do that.
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• About
• Selected Works
• "I won't say no. How could I?"
This Talking Is Only Bravado
Anonymous asked: Are you Canadian?
No, but every time I go to Canada I’m almost positive I could stay there and be perfectly happy.
Wowie zowie.
One year ago today I was fired from my job and it was one of the best things that ever happened to me. There’s nothing to be gleaned from this save for that stupid old chestnut that when Satan closes a door you can and should kick that motherfucker back open and get on with your life.
Have a spectacular day, my dudes.
Twenty years old this year.
