The fort contained a throng of huddled shacks built out of poorly-hewn hardwood, each newer building looking worse from worn-out tools. The few carpenters of the community arrived to the New World either because they were unemployable delinquents or incompetent; and in the case of Jonathan, both. He arrived in London at the age of eleven for ( Read more... )

Some mornings I wake up with more on my mind than when I went to sleep.

Today would be one of those days.

There are a lot places I want to be right now, work is not one of them.

Here we go...

The forest ahead was densely tangled between low-lying brush and the towering foreign trees. Even in the unusually bright morning, the forest concealed anything beyond its periphery in dense shadow. The edge of the shadowy world was marked by a light-brown sand that sloped down to the sea. Today the bay was calm, but for many weeks it had ( Read more... )

The first warm kiss of sun came over the slumping oak trees late in the morning. It snuck in through the small space between horizon and the bleakness above. A veil of fog masked the horizon; an unnatural wall of uncertainty. The air was still and thick with chilly dew which showed breath despite the relative warmth. A trickle of orange radiance ( Read more... )

Well...I played my first open mic...

I did okay when I got close enough to the damned mic...and then the dude who played before me inexplicably got on the drums.

And proceeded to play them like I would, which is to say, like a guy who's never really played the goddamned drums.

So we'll call it a botched go-round. We'll see what happens next

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