It’s All One Thing #23: Why I Hate Cars II
The whoosh of nylon on concrete slowly rising to oppressive roar from the trench along the coast wakes me almost every morning gradually over- whelming my dreams so they are often [...]
The whoosh of nylon on concrete slowly rising to oppressive roar from the trench along the coast wakes me almost every morning gradually over- whelming my dreams so they are often [...]
What a disgusting blob in the pit of my gastro-intestinal when Dad allowed Big Bro John to unpark our brand new Belaire after the stain glass choir of 1st Presbyterian Church [...]