The rockets red glare
Booze and sun and hollering
Fourth, or just a day?
In relentless pursuit of freedom.
The rockets red glare
Booze and sun and hollering
Fourth, or just a day?
You buy really low
You watch it go way, way up
You go bold and hold
Don’t always dance with
Who brought you because playoffs
Not the same season
Worst conference ever
History of all pro sports
Why the “King” stays East
First there’s the first line
And then comes the second line
Finally, the third
A rude look and shout
A process without logic
Touched by TSA
It’s harder than you
Think it will be when you first
Think it will be hard
Ah, the simple life
Where survival is complex
Not simple at all
In wistful thoughts
Primitive is romantic
Until no WiFi
When far, far away
Definition of insane
Must be different
White cinder block cells
No free association
School is not learning
I should know better
But every week I believe
Lions fandom hurts
Her name is Fergi
She smells like bad seawater
And I cherish her
Article I saw
A rare Medium well done
Or was that my steak?