Tag Archives: Printing

Myself

From the inside our lives are big, important and meaningful. From the outside they are small and arbitrary. There is really only one story and it is a story we all share. Laughing and crying only shows we care. When we stop laughing or crying then we no longer care.

Little Chief

It was in my printing days I met Sharon, an attractive, and assertive woman who I would have fallen for in an instant if she had, had any interest in me. As it was she had a boyfriend who lived across the street from me and a house of her own, which seemed unusual for […]