It’s 3am again
I look at what I’ve written. The stark words and the waded-up Kleenexes are my therapy for the day. On this morning another milestone of my brother Scott passes. He would have been 59 years old.
The Grass Whisperer
The Grass Whisperer
I look at what I’ve written. The stark words and the waded-up Kleenexes are my therapy for the day. On this morning another milestone of my brother Scott passes. He would have been 59 years old.