My journal of big words and pretty pictures
I took the first shift because I thought he'd wanna sleep. I'd gone to bed early so I'd be rested before we left. He never came to bed, instead he stayed up repacking the car like Tetris. Maybe he was wired from sleep deprivation, but Gawd, he would not stop talking. Kept rambling about people … Continue reading Ramming speed
Over the weekend my son had what can only be described as one hellacious skateboarding crash. Not a little veered-off-the-road, or a jumped-the-curb sort of accident... more like a Tosh.O-video-highlights or Johnny Knoxville kinda crash. All road rash, torn flesh, head wound, blackish purplish bruises, bloody bandages kinda crash. He is head-to-toe sore, but was … Continue reading An encounter in frozen foods
Thin spiral notebook 