Turn it up

Sips coffee, the smoker is doing its thing, ever look at something and the music just start playing in your head, causing memories and faces, sights an smells.

Words can be like that

I’m giving you a mission for this Memorial Day holiday weekend.

I want you to talk to two people—friends, neighbors, cookout attendees—about why Trump’s proposed budget would be a disaster for American kids.

We owe the next generation every chance, and this isn’t it.

Knew this guy Wesniche, go over to his place and you’d sit apart in his living room, have a beer while shooting blow darts at each other, had a pet rattlesnake too. He never struck me, I got him once in the leg, he just looked at you like what hell was that, add cussing, lots of cussins. So was looking at this