shit

Written some years ago: Everyone has their “shit.” There is no way to fully understand another person’s shit because YOU ARE NOT THEM. And no one can fully understand your shit because they do not share your brain. I made the mistake, many times throughout my life, of judging other peoples’ shit and comparing their […]

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gentler times

I haven’t remembered many of my dreams lately so I thought I’d share a sweet story instead: Quite possibly one of my favorite memories from living in Uptown Dallas; down the street from hoodlum-riddled clubs where pretentious, tipsy youths wandered about aimlessly, was Reverchon Park; just behind my apartment. When I adopted Puff in 2018, […]

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