I was going to embrace a few spare moments to go outside and take a picture of the crisp, autumn weather…but I wouldn’t want anyone outside to see my jaw trailing along the ground.
And our driveway’s made of tarmac.
Posted on Monday October 4th
About me
I'm Jack. Sometimes my hair is untidy, riddled with goblins and smurfs. When I scream into the Grand Canyon, it inspires pained howling in wild dogs and wily coyotes, and compels all leaf-eating mammals to scuttle for higher ground in wait of the great flood. I think Goku is an existential paragon. My life's trajectory is adjusted towards becoming a hermit and dying alone somewhere on top of a golden mountain at sunset. Which is a jolly good innings, all told.
