Wednesday, September 11, 2013
We called her Bubbles. On account of the fact that she was my best friend for two years, I really should remember why we called her that, but I don’t. I do remember how much we laughed. I also remember too vividly the harsh childhood she’d endured with her biological mother. Read more.
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Friday, August 30, 2013
Owners can be a funny breed. Owners. Not that I am a slave or that anyone owns me. At least I think nobody owns me. I’m talking about race car owners. When you race, your boss is your owner. That’s a race car reality right there. Your life is run by the owner. He doesn’t own you, although he may think he does. Read more.
Friday, August 23, 2013
Eating a sandwich, my friend looks at me and says “Let’s go to the beach again, want to?” We look at the time and instantly decide it’s worth it. It was 3:30, she lives pretty far from the beach, but that didn’t stop us. It stopped him though “traffic will be too intense” he said as he reclined even deeper into the lounge chair. Read more.