A Good Hike Spoiled
I was feeling a little peopled out. Emily, the temptress kitty, lay contorted at my side, a big anthropomorphic smile on her face, lulling me into a state of do nothingness. But, I had already determined that I would not …
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Snowzilla, Green Canyons & Flamenco
My little shithole apartment in Maryland was being buried, inch by inch, in the frozen snow, until nothing was distinct or identifiable unto itself – not tree, or car, or front porch steps. Meanwhile, I thrust myself into the life …