HEAR ME ROARKE

A part of me hopes to Lord in heaven that I never really grow up.

A part of me revels in the fact that I’d rather wander outside than listen to talk radio, because I think it’s really boring, (even though I tell people it’s stimulating. That’s bullshit.)

And another part of me may see a dog running by, and have an innate instinct to chase it., just because. And every time I hear the words “tax returns” or “credit score” I panic, and these red flags of adulthood pollute my brain, and the 8year old me yells “Get out of there fast!” in a voice that sounds like mine, but is a bit higher, and all of a sudden I’m stuck Read the rest of this entry »