Sweet Nightmares, baby

My family is also a wonderful array of browns, much more vibrant than that bullshit cheap furniture that was clearly made to look luxurious for the white trash people on that end of nowhere who wouldn’t know real quality if it killed their parents when they were young like Inigo Mantoya in the Princess Bride. I was embarrassed and disappointed that My amazing, accomplished Uncle had to die there.

Like Layers of an Onion

Before that, I dreamed of the boy. I always feel like I did, but when I try to remember the dreams, they are not there. This time, digging back, I actually found one.

I wonder if there were ever more.