There was this time. Not now, naturally.
I wore my dad’s wedding suit, all lovingly hand-stitched, on two major occasions: The first time was when i was 16, a school dressup, I went as a member of…
That time I wanted a bee tattooed on my boob
When I was 17, I hung out with a bunch of people who rode motorbikes and had tattoo parlours, as we called them back before they were art studios. One…
Fucking Mercury Retrograde!
So I don’t usually believe in astrology. I know that certain signs conform to certain traits, but I certainly don’t read my daily astrology because, who cares? But I DO…
The Meaning of Life… A very long post
Not another (self-indulgent) Meaning of Life diatribe… For the better part of forty years, I have been searching for the Meaning of Life in one way or another. It all…