The Long and Winding Road

He woke to the sound of traffic floating through his open window. He could feel each passing car deep within his skull. They were angry at each other for the inconvenience that comes with living in the suburbs and commuting to the city. And, whether they knew it, they were angry at him for his sins. Each honk of a horn reverberated off of the backs of his eyeballs, each squeal of the brakes sent a shudder up his spine. read more

Fah Who Foraze

I don’t even know where to begin with regard to today’s workout. Perhaps describing the actual workout itself would be nice; or the smiling, bouncing faces that dotted the trails surrounding the buttes, awash in golden sunshine. But I should first probably address the stencil situation over the past two weeks. read more