A journey through the garden of life.
So I was going to write every single day this year. But maaaaan! Fuck that. There are just days. Days I wake up hyped. I wake up mad. I wake up so fuckin mad. Almost like I went to sleep, I was on the edge and when I’m awake I’m still on the edge... Except... Continue Reading →
7 days after the anniversary of my 33rd year. I was tired that night. So tired. We had been driving all day. I'd say 75 percent of which was on the dried out red clay roads that bridge the gaps of one African culture to the next. We were headed into the land of the... Continue Reading →
The Time Traveler 