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I can remember it plainly when  I think about it. Despite all of the day drinking we did. Richmond airport will never be the same for me. The beers, the vomit, the laughs. I don’t want to remember it any other way, and I so desperately wish I could go back to those short two… Continue reading All I really need

The polls haven’t closed yet. Millions of Americans are on their way or waiting in line to cast their votes in dozens of essential midterm elections across the country. No matter who wins, at the end of the day, we’ll all still be alive. Elections are important. The free expressions of our thoughts and beliefs… Continue reading The election results are in! We’re still alive

It was my second flight coming back from Portland. Flying from Atlanta to New Orleans is about an hour and a half. Give or take. Not a long flight at all. However, in that short time, I found myself in a place only God can live and people can visit. For the briefest of moments,… Continue reading A mile high and still so low

It was my last night in Portland, Maine, and I had decided to check out a small German pub not. The city is honeycombed with small pubs that are both alive in the evenings but never full. I had sat down at the far end of the bar and decided to read the small book… Continue reading German beer and American arguments

Someone, as of late, has taken to calling me a writer. I’m not sure their right. I had read, not so long ago, As I lay dying by Faulkner. In the about the other section on the back of the book, he wrote that before he ever put pen to paper, he knew he was… Continue reading Writer, who?