Is happening, right now. Has been decided, but I just don't know. There's the elections, the protesting going on where I grew up, and then my oldest son.
I've typed and deleted, and typed and deleted, typed and deleted every morning now, for the last 4 months. Here, there, everywhere. It's out there. An hour every morning, to where I almost feel like I could do this as a 'job'. It's damn sure not 'art'.
I actually have one of those in my back yard. A small agitated murky pond. This will be it's 5th winter coming up. A 7200 gallon above ground pool, that the chlorine evaporated out of and we threw some cat fish and bass fish in. …Continue