Some people call me the space cowboy. Some call me the gangster of love.
You eventually reach a stage in life when you decide you own enough t-shirts.
The other night as I was walking Minnie just before bedtime, a helicopter shone a spotlight on us.
At least I’m pretty sure it was a helicopter. For a minute I thought we were about to be Raptured.
Always be extra-nice when ordering decaf at 9 at night.