Twelve days elapsed. No practice practiced.

Twelve days elapsed and a sickness has settled in.

A mirror in New Orleans. A van in the six ten. Wandering around out west. Searching fearlessly for something that was never to be understood. Reckless abandon. A timeline speckled with fear and insecurity.

Who am I? Where do I belong? Why do these words hold me down like an anchor?

Fresh baked cookies. Bags full of them.

Hand tattoos. Cigarettes on fifth.

There’s snow on the ground outside and it’s beautiful. Dog fights. Ballon rides. Merry go rounds. A staple, a paper clip and a plastic cup full of brown ale. Jam the discs into the bag and walk right out the front door. Make amends. Try and get your brain to line up and tell the story the way it happened and it all falls apart. Write things down as they roll through the mind and it all feels scattered and separated…but it all ends up on the page. Thousands of words. Tens of them. Hundreds of them. We’re not done. A giraffe and a chance meeting. Hold the line. Tell the lies. Drink all the drinks.

Travel. Travel. Travel.

Unraveled. Untethered. Unbroken.

Run a million miles and then again for the park. Signs in the front yard.

WOULD SOMEONE PLEASE ACKNOWLEDGE ME!

Busted. Dusted. Done.