Life

For some reason, in a moment of weakness I was compelled to look at H's Instagram last night (I know, I know, such a bad idea). I knew she was dating, but seeing the love note there in full color still hit hard. #luckiestgirlintheworld She used to say that...

Time to take stock of where this little adventure has led thus far.

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I've been having weird stress dreams lately, mostly just the tedious "I can't make any sounds!" until I actually yell out in my sleep, but last night's Poopmare proved much more creative. I found myself in a large institutional complex in a foreign country, mostly...

I've secretly always wanted to be a bad boy.

This morning, I woke up to my phone ringing and I could hardly believe it. It was H. She said she missed me terribly and we agreed to meet for lunch. We had a deeply heartfelt conversation and decided we just couldn't bear to live without each...

Try our pick up window. He's single again.

One last taste of the deep satisfaction of H. Turned again to bitter hate. The thrill of tonight shattered. Spilled for another date. Better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all? Clearly by one who never lost it all. She has a piece of my soul. And I don't know...

One of the highlights of my runs in Seattle was running across Bruce Lee's grave. It was at the peak of my climb up Capitol Hill and the goal of my every run. If I could just make it to Bruce Lee's grave, the rest of...

I came back to Wilkesboro with one thing on my mind.