When I was young, I had no sense of fear. Maybe I just didn’t have any sense. But I wasn’t afraid of anything. We had a Doberman that used to growl or attack every time I walked by him. I understand that I used to poke at his balls with a stick. I forgot about…Read more »
3:22 am I’m sitting around waiting Waiting for things to get better Waiting for things to change Waiting for the inspiration, for the right moment, in the right place, at the right time Not really sure when or what “right” is any more I’m wondering if anyone is waiting to hear from me Waiting for…Read more »
Ash Ambirge is my hero, so this is for her.