GRABBINGSAND

nineteen. eighty. nine. a number, another summer, sound of the funky drummer. music hitting you hard, ’cause i know you got soul. (brothers & sisters.) last night my DSL was working. miracle of miracles. and the frustrating thing about having such an intermittent connection is that once you get it running, you feel like you …

once again gainfully employed. actually have been for a few weeks now, but i felt it best to wait it out, just make sure that i actually had landed and this wasn’t just a temporary financial bandage. the new place is good, incredibly stable, with headquarters that eerily resemble superman’s fortress of solitude. all that …