Musings

Men write Poetry to get People To Sleep With Them…Women Write to Make Sense Of It

I need a drink. Anything will do. White port or whiskey. Vodka or rum. Heck, I’ll even go so low as to down a bottle of Thunderbird and not bitch about the grape peels between my teeth, at least not too hard. It was cold today, cold enough to freeze the small of my back. […]