It’s Only Funny When You Don’t Die

I once drove 7,500 miles in a circle. Technically, it was only a circle if you’re two-years-old, have a box of crayons and a whole lotta wall awaiting your art. So, maybe it was more circle-esque, in that the start and end both coincided and it offered some sense of a looping line in between. … Continue reading It’s Only Funny When You Don’t Die