I'm in the middle of moving, again. Which is why I haven't been posting. I've been too busy throwing out the bags and bags of cans (who knew I drank that much soda?) and putting things into boxes and then taking them out and putting them into different boxes.
It should all work out, though. The new apartment is on the lake and has a private pier. I'm excited, but homeless for about the next 24 hours.
Thank goodness I can leave crap at my aunt and uncles and stay at Initials for the next two nights.
And yes, I do have stories to tell. Three of them, to be specific, all of them half written, just not ready to post. They'll be coming around the mountain when they come, and it'll be soon.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.