The first day that it is cold is the nicest day. I feel comfortable, and safe, as if some abstract hurdle has been cleared. And I'm at ease with the fact that I most often prefer to be alone: taking in crisp air, walking on damp earth; preparing my soul for that day when I hold my true love's hand crossing a rain drizzled street... Read More
Yeah, those turns just at the border aren't too fun in a cargo van. But the tunnels rocked. And that acid story is rather scary. I'm sorry.
Oh, and gonna be in Austin on Saturday if you're up for a drink.