February 8th, 2007.
It’s the day after my birthday. The first of 355 Unbirthdays before my Jesus Year. I’ve woken up late but I’ve woken up earlier than Heather, and I’m sitting in
January 11th, 2007.
I’m listening to one of the albums that powered me through high school. I was dating Whitney, a beautiful woman with an artist’s spirit and a mind sharper than mine
July 7th, 2006.
Weirdly emotional right now. Looking at pictures of Rowena and I. That’s an interesting image. How things change. Weird dreams last night. Half-remembered. Saw a midnight showing of Pirates of
June 28th, 2006.
Rod Deacea at the West Side Cafe in Frederick, MD. When the owner of a venue steps forward and wants to be your opening act, you have a grand old
February 6th, 2007.
And let it be known that I received this email today: “My 10th grade homecoming date is a ROCK STAR!” HA! Last night my 9th grade homecoming date (yes, she