Growing up is an Acquired Taste
I am a coffee drinker. I am a black coffee drinker. I always say, “My grandfather was a cop, and my dad was in the Navy. If you drank coffee, you drank it black or you didn’t drink it at all.” My father was in the Navy and my grandfather was a cop, but part about black coffee only isn’t necessarily one hundred percent true. It’s just got … Continue reading Growing up is an Acquired Taste
My Desk, the Island
I wrote this a little over year ago, and it was on one of my various blogs (which I have no clue how to get into it now). So, I thought I’d share it again. It still rings pretty true. ——————————————- My desk at school is a mystical place. More often then not it’s cluttered with various forms that need to be filled out, receipts … Continue reading My Desk, the Island
Blogs are for Suckers
Lord. I can’t tell you how many blogs I’ve had in the past. I would get this strong sense where I desperately wanted to write something, wanted to publish something for someone—not sure who—but someone to at least have the opportunity to read. Maybe subconsciously I was looking to satisfy my own self gratuitous nature by posting something and believing someone would read it. Isn’t that … Continue reading Blogs are for Suckers
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