"going to the edge and back, one word at a time."
There was this boy. He grew up in the rural South. He drank Pepsi Cola from glass bottles. He ate Nabs. He worked in tobacco fields at the age of twelve. He dreamed. His imagination was his escape. It was his portal. At a young age, he knew other realms existed. You just had to …
Interviewer : Hello Vernon. It's nice to have you with us today. Thank you for being here. Vernon : Glad to be here. Honored, honestly. Interviewer : So, you have neared your one year anniversary of blogging. Tell us how this journey began for you. Vernon : I can remember it like it was yesterday. …
I find it suspect that, in this moment of infinity, in this moment of lollygag, out of all the things you could be reading, out of all the things you could be doing, out of all the things you could fill your void with, this is your eye's engagement. I'm smiling right now, in a …
I visited a Christmas tree farm to survey the goods and see if they had my coveted place holder for the upcoming holiday season. The sky was overcast and gray. The sun tried to peak through the clouds, but they would not allow it. The weather was brisk, cold, and one could see their breath …
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