Never one to follow the crowd, or just oblivious enough to miss the herd, I took a backwards ride on the underground railroad connecting the salty grandeur of the Pacific Northwest to the slow roll of the Upper Midwest.
My life is nothing if not a chain link of contradiction and hypocritical choices. I struggle with the same writer’s insecurities as my countless predecessors. But try to avoid finding confidence at the bottom of a tumbler, despite it being an attractive solution.
To know me is to list your head to one side and furrow your brow in incredulous confusion. But don’t spend too much time wondering, analyzing or searching for a reason, a creased countenance only leads to wrinkles.