something short and silly
I like to lay in the yard covered with damp leaves. It reminds me of my youth and, to a lesser degree, my career trajectory.
I always carry my trusty vat of wax with me mostly to justify the expenditure to my anti-vat-of-wax spending wife.
I dressed up as a tennis ball from May through September of 2004. My parents said it was a cry for “something…maybe help…we…