Monthly Archives: February 2015
It’s that time of day when the sun starts to fade and the saguaros turn into gnomes. A time to switch off the brain and follow the lines. A time not so much for running, as for being. I love … Continue reading
“I’m finally going to understand this place right about the time we’re leaving.”
“um, i just glitter-bombed the living room.”
“We lived in Phoenix until I was 3.5 years old. We once saw Alice (Cooper) at the grocery store and he said I was a cute kid. Life has been all downhill since then.” — just another duke
i got a baby’s brain and an old man’s heart — the prophet vincent furnier — I caught a grevious error in one of our papers last night just before it went to press. I am a Good Person. “Alice … Continue reading
It strikes me that one is unlikely to gain the lofty status of wine snob when drinking out of a brown paper bag and a sock monkey.