Tattooed, motorcycle-addicted, writing, drumming, making, traveling, dog-owning, experience junkie.
My principles for narrative essay-writing. So far.
It’s when the 75 miles of road between Austin and San Antonio turns out to be nothing but billboards and traffic that I notice something…
When I was three, my family drove to Flagstaff in our beat-down station wagon to play in the snow at a park.
The road to Wickenburg has had the air choked out of its lungs.