It’s hard to remember a time when life didn’t feel so painful, when it was all medical making me feel hurt, just a chemical imbalance they said… the ones that are now ghosts where still here back then. Yellowstone, 05/09/2009.
Read MoreCarried Away
I miss this car so much, but selling it helped, not me, but it helped someone. They paid me back, but still, the car was gone, and I was too. I regret the person I was when I knew them, I was often overreaching and greedy, and they helped me grow more than they’d ever know. Circa 2014, my 1976 Datsun 280Z.
Read MoreStanding Outside a Broken Phone Booth With Money In My Hand
Rialto, on Wilson St, my brother Mark, my sister Marissa, my Mom, and me, enjoying a visit from Grandpa Oscar, my mom’s dad; he always smelled of cigar smoke, leather, and pomade. Circa 1995. I miss my grandpa Oscar, and my mom.
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