: About Me

That feeling of knowing you could make it work, (hey, anything is possible) yet still in torn underwear sitting on the couch unable to move wrapped in a bathrobe of dispair. Just because you know a little something about life, you once told me over a beer, while we were both happy and wearing our new winter coats sitting in Biddy Early's Irish pub in Stuttgart while outside it rained and inside it was that warm cigarette smokiness. it's time to move on, from you and from everything about us, because you will not let go and be just be, and let it go and my heart aches so bad I want to cut i...