He has a glass that is so half-full that the Kool-Aid is spilling over the rim.
I keep thinking Land Rovers.
I think Dutchy Organics.
Purveyors of fine foods to HRH.
It’s a jumble.
Millennials have a super-sense that goes beyond the establishment’s reach.
It’s odd. When I try to write anything about my past – childhood or later years; It always comes-out like this. I cannot seem to string a sentence together that reaches the end of the line; or, at least not consistently. It is as if the past is encoded as fragments asContinue reading “Non-narrative”