
Oh, to be someone else. The Old Long Johnson cat, maybe. He got his fifteen minutes of fame and wasn’t borne to the ground by the crushing weight of his hideous, inexplicable adipose tissue in the process. Have you seen how I walk? How I play? I can’t even ascend the stairs, for crying out loud. I’m [...]























“These men did not expect to live, and now they are learning how to try and live again.”
This comment is by Adam McPhee on Kile Ozier’s post, “Good Grief”.