A story of depression and guinea pigs. And quite a bit of wine.
My first instinct is to cry.
My second instinct is to punch Leon in the balls.
Transformation Through Self-Reflection:
I was twenty when I decided to prove wrong the haters who said I couldn’t go a week without showering. Yes, I had my…
Apache was a wonderful dog, never a ‘guard’ dog… more of a placebo for security that actually worked for peace of mind and companionship…
Apache was an animal spirit for kindness and caring and removing fears…
I’ll never forget the time when I stared into the eyes of the dragon.
i suppose the first post on a personal blog can either be daunting (how shall i introduce myself and start this thing), or it can just be what it is. a first of what will be many. right?
Scars and Stripes