Sunday Scaries

Slightly used fixer-upper.

“I AM SOMEONE”, he shouted into the void. Alas, the vacuum didn’t care. It just ate the words and turned them into silence.

Nothing beyond the headlights exists.



I was at your house, waiting for you to come home
The house was in a different neighborhood,
it was in a cul-de-sac

These dogs used to be mine,
I couldn’t remember their names

I kept pulling guns from my waistband,
I never owned them

There were dark clouds and the rain started
I had to shut the open windows

Your car appeared in the driveway,
but backed out when you saw me

Some of the windows wouldn’t stay closed,
all of the hardware was shattered

Rain was falling in the kitchen,
it was coming through the skylight
I looked for the rod to close it but it was gone
Water poured through the walls

These dogs, they looked familiar

Stupid Blog Post


I know that everyone has a blog and a podcast and is a social media influencer and all that jazz. I’m not trying to change the world or offer up anything that hasn’t been seen before. I’m just going to do my best to give you the most honest version of me that I think the world needs to see. Except on Tuesdays. On Tuesdays, I will lie and give you the most dishonest version of myself the world needs to see. Thank you in advance for understanding.