Home Bound

To think I would find comfort in the shrieks of aged tracks, that worn, vinyl seats serving who knows how many blunts or punks or champs of society felt like an enchanted throne, carrying me past the flying scenery of graffitied-houses-wrapped factories across from newly constructed halls. To think that the uninterested, Shatner-esque voice of … Continue reading Home Bound


A First (11/17)

There are many firsts in life that I churn and turn aimlessly, all best summed up as “mortification dressed up in my life’s experiences; surprises to no end Wrapped in bows that made me ‘stronger.’” This occasion was no exception, though it is the first of a first in foreign waters. I just gave up … Continue reading A First (11/17)