Memories…

When I say memories, I'm not really talking about the "Hey, remember when we..." kind. I mean it more in a sense of that part of your brain that lets you remember how to drive and not to eat rat poison. And I as I get older, I'm learning that memories can be real assholes. … Continue reading Memories…

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So, Valentine’s…

Saturday, Feb. 13, 2 p.m. Me: "Do you want your Valentine's candy today or tomorrow?" Justin: "Shit, you said we weren't going to get each other anything." Me: "Oh, don't worry, I bought some for myself too." And that just about sums up the effort we now, and have pretty much always, put into the … Continue reading So, Valentine’s…