Age holds no better number.

Memorial day.

Looking back, I think it was only me at the time.

Never did find you.

My first car. My close friend Michelle’s Grandmother’s car. A brand new, used 1992 Ford Torus with 3 hubcaps, no AC, and a half broken tape deck. But she runs.

Drawn by the talented Mr. Joe Smith. My one and only brother with an even more generic name than my own.

Drawn by the talented Mr. Joe Smith. My one and only brother with an even more generic name than my own.

Drawn by the talented Mr. Joe Smith. My one and only brother with an even more generic name than my own.

Drawn by the talented Mr. Joe Smith. My one and only brother with an even more generic name than my own.

Bonnie.

Guess its a toss up.

Always.

Valentine’s Day.

High school.

High School.

High school art class self portrait, I was seventeen years old.

These are my Pumas. I’ve been wearing them since 2004. I drew this when they were new. They know where I’ve been and by now, probably where I’m going.

This is my Mom and Dad’s home. I forgot a window next to the door. My room was the window on the right.

The price of being able to see over the fridge.

That weight could be heavier. I’m grateful.

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