I Miss Video Games Where The Jump-kick

Josh Will Begin Disappearing Into A Future Where The Only Place He And I Remain Friends Is On The Internet.

The Road To Publication Is Like A Churro - Long And Bumpy, But Sweet.

She Wants To Believe My Excuses So Bad. Every Time I Lie, She Wants To Believe Me So Much.

Two Steps Behind Her, I Say Her Name. "skye.

Like Driving Along A Bumpy Road And Losing Control Of The Steering Wheel, Tossing You—just A Tad—off The Road. The Wheels Kick Up Some Dirt, But You're Able To Pull It Back. Yet No Matter How Hard You Try To Drive Straight, Something Keeps Jerking You To The Side. You Have So Little Control Over Anything Anymore. And At Some Point, The Struggle Becomes Too Much—too Tiring—and You Consider Letting Go. Allowing Tragedy... Or Whatever... To Happen.