Feb 29, 2012
We visit some good old stuff. At least, that's what they told me.
Intro
Tats
The King
Coin-a-Phrase
Extend-a-Dream
Feb 22, 2012
“This is way beyond the scope of the work, Mr. Smoke.”
“You can stop the charade, Mr. Tracker. I know who you are. Or should I say, what you are?”
“For a man who can’t seem to handle talking and breathing at the same time, you seem to be wasting a lot of words in dependent clauses.”
“Not just dependent...
Feb 15, 2012
Things are both coming to a head and an end, putting Tracker smack in the middle of the mess. The more he learns the more he realizes the lesson is lost. Nountown is not hospitable for any kind of growth, certainly not intellectual and probably not agricultural. It was time for Tracker to stop sowing and start to...
Feb 15, 2012
The evening air pumped through my lungs and up my cortex and I remembered how running used to clear my head. It made me forget how much it hurt from my injury and assorted wrestling matches, but I found myself at the intersection of what happens next and what do I do about it? I guess my head wasn't...