Another Day Older and Deeper in Debt

I’m fourty-four years old today. And I’m trying to write something meaningful and staring at a mocking blank screen with nothing to say about my life to date. I turned comments off on this. If I can actually finish something it’ll get replaced later.

I’m fourty-four years old today. And I’m trying to write something meaningful and staring at a mocking blank screen with nothing to say about my life to date.

I turned comments off on this. If I can actually finish something it’ll get replaced later.