Another, shorter excerpt from the opus of my life. In this one, some cows play witness to strange activity.
Killing time with another excerpt from The Spaces Between. This one recounts the famous UFO crash in Kecksburgh, Pennsylvania.
It has very recently been brought to my attention that my blog sucks. Well, not so much in those words, but a very dear friend said to me, “I follow your blog, but when you told me you had one, I was expecting it to be tales of your drunken shenanigans as a world-traveling scoundrel… but it’s always this weird spiritual stuff with a heavy-handed political bent. Frankly, there’s too much of that in the world. Bring on the drunk tales!” So for him…
The ugly turn politics has taken in recent years in the U.S. is disheartening for most, but while most people just think of it as “crazy,” if you dig a little deeper, you will see a method to the madness. And that method is seriously intended to bring about the End of Days.
Alright, fun’s been had. Food was eaten. Gifts were exchanged. Booze was drunk and weed was smoked. A new year is dawning, and now we need to get down to brass tacks. This is a warning and a call to action. (No, seriously.)
I’m sure you’re sick of this topic, too, but I am gonna prattle on anyway. As someone who has lived in (as in ‘been in the system of,’ not just visited) two other countries besides the United States, I wanted to share some stories about my experiences in health care.
Anyone who follows this blog (and I think, perhaps, there are two of you?) knows that my life is a bit… well, let’s be honest: Unhinged. I left my home country, I move a lot, and I write about a lot of weird things that may or may not be true. Well, I’ve been hitting the Chianti tonight…