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Something I've learned through the years. If I'm not writing or being creative in some capacity, I put my happiness at risk. Better said, I become a lukewarm version of myself.
A story about naked women
You’ll have to get my mom to tell it to you after church, but there’s a funny story about me drawing naked women from a neighborhood-dad-who-shall-go-unnamed’s PLAYBOY collection that me and a friend-who-shall-go-unnamed found under his bed; and my mom, in turn, finding my drawings and placing them slab dab on the front of the fridge, then asking me when my next baseball game was, and as I went to look at the fridge at the baseball schedule, there they were, my stark nude drawings—in very good detail I may add. I was in minor league at this time, so I’m probably no more than nine years old as this moment unfolds. More