Day: August 7, 2012

Now, being the writer-man as the night pulses and friends light off fireworks into the last great summer day that you can remember.  “And Henry, you tubed today” she said , and yeah I did tube, I’m a tuber. Now you’re you, a writer tuba diver drinker writer man, and you know why, because you… Continue reading The Earth Moves You (draft page) →