Look for me on the shelves of your local bookstore. I'll be there someday.
I wear a stetson now. Stetsons are cool.
I claim to love words above other arts. I seem to find myself wordless more often than not. Have I led myself to believe a lie about myself? Or am I just deep in a hole of visual and auditory distraction?
Most importantly, why do I have this blog—a perfect place to display those words I claim to love so much—if I do not use it?