A Couple Drinks. A Couple Aspirin. Repeat.

Everybody's Still Miserable In The Same Way They've Always Been Miserable, And More And More Of My Friends - Especially My Male Friends - Find Themselves Taking Anti-anxiety, Psychotropic Drugs. It Seems Like Everybody I Know Is Wondering If They're Really Who They Are, Or Once The Prescription Runs Out, Will They Become Someone Different?

This Is Our World Now, And Those Ancient People Are Dead.

Someone Bent On Suicide Won't Have Much Sense Of Humor Left.

Yes, These Are Bruises From Fighting And I'm Okay With That.

What's Burning Down Is A Re-creation Of A Period Revival House Patterned After A Copy Of A Copy Of A Copy Of A Mock Tudor Big Manor House. It's A Hundred Generations Removed From Anything Original, But The Truth Is Aren't We All?