To tell my story, before I go back to work to pay for a man, who will never know who I am , so he can sit on his very own , crown of thorns.

He opens the door for you, He is 90 minutes late for dinner, He is drinking before 11 am, He nags about every single thing, He will tell you , you are always on his mind, You watch him,check his phone often, You Lend him money, pay his way, You let him cancel dates, You tell him how insecure you are, He yells at you…

I sit on my mountain of filth, only to envision, it can all be recycled.

It was 23 years ago , I decided to drink coffee, around the world.

She looked right at me and as much as I wanted to smile at her, and tell her something, I sadly looked away . Whatever happened, to the marching band bravado I once held, like a boy capturing the flag?

My Job today I was climbing 50 feet on a stage struss this rainy morning, and as I pleasantly discovered, I have the intuition enough to hang on tight when my boot slipped off the slick structure.

My dinner with Chris de Burgh It was 7 years I was a production Runner/ driver for Rock stars in Montreal, Quebec and its surrounding cities. A career I never sought after but just sort of fell on my lap. (I can drive a bus and I was not insane.)…