We're all works in progress. Until we're dead of course. I look back at some of my drawings from only a few years ago and cringe. I remember the first few songs I wrote. Cringeworthy. And of course, my old writing. Cringe. Only a few years ago, I wrote a…
Bless his heart. He’s not a bad guy. But James (not his real name) struggles. Big time. He’d always come over and he loved checking out my photography room. At the time, I’d always have new nudes of beautiful women. I was seriously into photography and the downstairs was a…
Our plane was late. Snow delay. That meant two more hours in the airport. I asked my wife if she wanted to watch the Patriots game and she said no. She wanted to read her book. So I went to the airport bar and grabbed a glass of red wine.…
“Don’t call me cute.” “Why?” “Because I HATE being called cute. Call me sexy or beautiful, but anything but cute.” She was wearing a black dress, one that showed off her lovely figure. She could have modeled in that dress. Heck, she should have modeled in that dress. I remember…
I've always said that women find themselves, and men make themselves. Is it true? Is anything true? Do you ever ponder stuff like this? And no, I'm not on drugs, other than a pretty strong ass Bloody Mary. I kept looking at my drawing pad. I was supposed to put…
