“Gotta keep a moving on/gotta keep a rollin’ round/I’ve been smoking that old whiskey down/ it’s like a lost case of being found/like a head full of come unwound.” Lost Case of Being Found – Scott H. Biram You ever have one of those moments where you found yourself completely lost? Not that you were [...]
It seemed like a good idea at the time. All the adventures that land in me in the most trouble always seem to start out the way – a good idea at the time.
The pummels of dust kicked up from the helicopter that had just dropped me off began to finally clear and I slowly began taking in my surroundings. The abandoned mall I would be calling home for the next several weeks looked like something from a post apoplectic nightmare. Tracing the line of the building from right to left, the view got worse the further left you went – sections of roof strewn about on the ground in a haphazard pattern, walls with holes in them or completely missing strained under the weight of support and the water, everywhere pools of standing, putrid water.
There’re two kinds of people in this world. Ok, there’s more than just two, but for the purposes of this, we’re going to say two – travelers and homebodies. I’m a traveler.
A moment of courage is rewarded with a one-way ticket out of the Army
His leaving is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to deal with.
With 224 head of cattle to brand, it’s going to be a long day.
THe beast I am, lest the beast i become
One walks around thinking one is brave, and then something challenges that notion.
Childhood memories play their tricks and weave a wonderful tale.