I Never Set Out To

A Mobile Home With A Flat Tire Is A Home.

I Am A Man. And I Am Former Baby And A Future Skeleton, And I Am A Distant Future Pile Of Dust.

There's An Old Russian Saying That Goes Some Way Or Another. I Don't Know It. I Don't Speak Russian. But Sometimes I Think About It And Wonder If It's Relevant To What I'm Going Through At The Time. Probably Not. I Mean What Do Russian Know About Hunger, Anyway?

A Wednesday With No Rain Is A Dry Hump Day.

Don't Talk To Strangers. Sure, Unless You Want To Meet Anyone Ever.