“Then I walked across the bridge back to PA, stretched, and ran along the river under shade trees who were the great-great-grandchildren of the trees who watched colonials fish out the shad and trade beads to Indians.”
🙄 if you hadn’t found that bathroom.. the great-great-grandchildren would have found some things out.
“Then I walked across the bridge back to PA, stretched, and ran along the river under shade trees who were the great-great-grandchildren of the trees who watched colonials fish out the shad and trade beads to Indians.”
🙄 if you hadn’t found that bathroom.. the great-great-grandchildren would have found some things out.
“I can feel the violin strings of emotion stretched over my ribcage on these nights, and the heart is a bow,”
That is some beautiful shit.
Famous last words: “Can I have the Nashville hot chicken with your hottest sauce?”
I relate in so many ways. Thanks for sharing.
It can be alienating but I’m glad it’s relatable -- thanks, Nick.
I would call my poop story "Magnesium and Mixed Nuts at Midnight" lol
Your finest exotic death peppers, please.