His phone was dead by the time I had reached the thirtieth attempt. It was no surprise in either … More
Tag: journal
January Eighth
Five years prior to January 8, 2017 was a day in which I thought my life was over. I was … More
Boogers and Boys
Brandon was a slightly slumpish kid in my second grade class. My autocorrect is telling me that slumpish is not … More
Gone to Austin
Yesterday marked one week in this new city I call home. It’s been a strange experience thus far, speaking from an … More
Dear Indiana
It’s funny to think about the fact that if I were to have waited maybe, what? Thirty more seconds, I … More
