I guess immediately after finishing the last blog post I should start a new one. In theory, I should churn out one blog after another like a creative genius – moving from each post into a continuous cycle of writing and editing. If I did…
John had been out in the frigid December wind all day, in the dirt, slaving for the scraps of his lost ambition. He’s alone most of his days at work – allowing for him he would take little sips of whiskey from a flask. Everyone…