I am not a lush. The one time I drank in excess I got a tattoo. I know I’ve mentioned it before but never told the story (at least not to my knowledge here). Me and my roommates were drinking in our rooms – against policy – because it was the cool thing to do. We were 16 I guess. It was one of the … Continue reading Lush

Apple Pie

My earliest childhood memory was when I was probably three or four. We lived in a small wooden cabin in the middle of the Rocky Mountains. It was around the holiday season there was snow everywhere on the ground – my mother couldn’t work because she couldn’t leave the house. The roads were so snow covered a state of emergency was issued – not that I knew what that meant then. But I knew my mother wouldn’t have been home otherwise.
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