Thoughts on hunger, heritage, American borders, and humanity.

I am a soup. In the bath I became a soup, my belly became a basin. Inside are the insides. The makings of something delicious, bright, nutritious, dynamic. Perfect. There are ingredients that I must add to this broth that,… I am soup.

When was the last time you shit your pants?

It’s -8 outside.

And the fanciest 7-11 in the goddamn world.

I miss my chin this time of year. Bone structure bestows power. At least that’s how I perceive it, because my world flows more smoothly when I’m chiseled and lean. But it’s December, Naughty December. Which means I drank whiskey… Full Frontal