I lost some street cred this Halloween by not dressing up, OK, I smeared some blood on my mouth and asked people at Perritos if they had any sangre. Then I ate a cheeseburger and the grease pretty much wiped away all the fake blood. (My thirst for human blood is unquenchable!)
June 19, 2017
I need to be better at writing on here on a regular (daily) basis - I just put the year as 2016, and not because my finger slipped.
Food for thought; how thick is the line between the incriminating past and the unforeseeable future? When do we let go of everything that we were and step into the person we are?