Lost in Trailer Life Time
Maybe, just maybe, I need the plastic and cardboard-cup grounding reality of a double-double.
Continue Reading
Lost in Trailer Life Time
Maybe, just maybe, I need the plastic and cardboard-cup grounding reality of a double-double.
If there is a more romantic sound in the world, I have yet to discover it. How does one sound embody hope, yearning and melancholy, all in one long mournful whistle?
Yesterday the road reminded us of the truth of this life.
Seriously, I’ve had this plastic soap container forever. It’s purple, it's tacky, and it’s ugly.
The place is hopping with hippies cruising their Mac books and the cappuccino is divine.
It seems the height of irony that we have bought so much all so we can live so small.