(Originally Posted at Gods & Radicals) I wonder how long I’ll be able to see the moon like this, every store and workshop closed by the fist of the goddess Irma. The…
Our story starts where usually it ends, at least in Florida anyway: on a crowded highway at breakneck speed and heavily, heavily distracted.
Death has always been the great equalizer. It was the one unavoidable aspect of existence, the one sure thing everybody could bet on
NEW YEAR’S EVE, somewhere in Florida. My host has finally slipped into his mushroom trip, meaning the tribal drums are being brought out.