COVID Cranky
I’mma day-drinking. Sitting here with a G&T and tryin’ ta simmer down. It was a hard, hard day. I went grocery shopping. During a pandemic. …
This page is here, I am here, because I love to write. In the basement of my parent's store there was a huge chalkboard. My brother had drawn a line down the middle of it, making one half of it mine, the other his. He would draw pictures and I would write words. He would say, "Why don't you draw something nice?" and I would say, "Why don't you write something beautiful?" - and neither of us could understand why the other wouldn't follow suit. Words have always, always, always been important to me.
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I’mma day-drinking. Sitting here with a G&T and tryin’ ta simmer down. It was a hard, hard day. I went grocery shopping. During a pandemic. …
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