. Song I wrote seventeen years ago. 4:00 am after work. High. Smoke and Mirrors The music engulfs her Her eyes begin to close The beat goes ‘boom bada boom’ No one really knows As she lay there, beside herself Inside the fishbowl of smoke She is just a ballerina Trying not to choke Her … Continue reading Smoke and Mirrors
. . "Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul" ~Samuel Ullman . I knew I was a grown up when… 20’s I could stay out all night and go to work the following day unscathed Random sex was considered a rite of passage I could buy my own booze … Continue reading Holy Sh*t!