November 2009
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It's the only place I know how to bear
Thirteen years ago this morning I walked into my parents’ bedroom on an overcast and somewhat rainy Tuesday morning to find my Mother in bed, lying lifelessly still.
I froze that day, a state of mind that I’ve existed in ever since. That is until this time last year, when I finally exhaled, or perhaps more fittingly, inhaled, and came to see that my life’s journey hasn’t taken...
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Scott: Where do you get these artsy tweets and away msgs?
Ian: My mind.
Ian: Or drugs.
Ian: Your call.
Scott: The union of both?
Ian: Well, so actually, I stare at the drugs and wonder what I would think I would think if I was ever on them.