Signals

I believe in signals. I don’t necessarily mean celestial flare guns that hit you in your third eye while riding your unicorn into the highlands of Narnia. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, if that is how you receive your heavenly bite-sized snacks. The signals I talk about are a little bit more down…

California (Wine) Dreamin’

I sat in the dark bar. My right leg twitched to the beat of the steel drums in my head. I clutched a beer in my shaky hands. I wasn’t shaky from withdrawls, but from the gulping-type sobs which came from the depth of my soul. “How did I do this again? What am I…