Thursday, February 7, 2013

Dear Josh,






It's not going to be like any other day. No other day feels like any other day right now. You are at this moment at least twitching a bit in your sleep. Let's face it. You're sleeping next to a bomb.

And soon.
Any moment now.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

How the coyote opens up one of those packages meant for the roadrunner.




She will be the single greatest thing that ever happened to you.
Dude. You're toast.




Today I am grateful to anticipate my brother becoming a father.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

They are back, chill bumps. He just thought he knew what love was.

Shea Goff said...

Yes. What you said.