Shootin’ for a spark.
Parisa’s profound ramblings, as I recall them.
He sounded terrible, but sure is one hell of a thing to have inscribed on your tombstone.
Sometimes, we drink.
*Enough.
Anne and Andy’s cat, Momo. Sometimes I take care of her. She’s alright, for a cat and all.
The EXACT reason why I eat nothing from the sea.
A large piece of wood that rests against a wall in my living room. I’ll probally never finish it, and never hang it.
