Gentle music on rough journeys to horizons unreached. Gravel, steel and whiskey. Epiphanies misunderstood.
If I had any musical talent whatsoever I would start a Tom Waits tribute band called RAIN DOGS.
My writer’s block is made of depression, repression and a whole lot of yellow Legos.
Never trust anyone who has a half-filled Pez dispenser in their fanny pack.
Words I never thought I’d hear myself say; “Is that Vera Wang?”