Why everyone wishes they took a road trip with my father during their childhood.
I saw the future in my friend's new house.
I should be waking up in a cold sweat every night with reoccurring dreams of being a childhood failure. When I was a kid, I played on my home town's little league baseball team. I chose the outfield because it meant I could make little dirt volcanos with my cleats and pray that the other team... Continue Reading →