Childhood haunts.

I was a 12-year-old kid and staying over at my classmate’s house. We had a sleepover and the next morning went out to do their paper route. In Arizona, during the summer, the sun rises around 4:45 am, so there was a blue haze as the sun arose. In a few minutes, the normal morning…

I do miss the old Italian ones…Suspiria, still a great film…  

Ideas

ideas. I hate coming up with writing ideas. It’s like giving blood. The mere act and energy expended on it just are draining. I often avoid coming up with story lines, but when I’m forced to sit down and brainstorm the weird ideas I’ve had… “A time traveling political anarchist who throws pies at famous…