Two down……one to go.

Story of my life.
Three steps forward, eight steps back.
No signs of slowing down, the heaps just heap faster
Like the crack of the bat in the ninth, the excitement gives way to realization….
Pop fly, no runs scored.
You lose.
Story of my life.

Trapped in a box that’s trapped in a box that’s trapped in a box……..

an open letter to my fading friends

dear fading friends,
i remember a time when i couldn’t wait for the weekend, just to get the chance to party together. a time where memories of a great feista could give you some breathing room while trudging through a lackluster November. i remember fighting guys who i had no business fighting, to stick up for [...]