I’ve mentioned before that my mom got an extreme pleasure out of torturing me when I was a child. Don’t freak out. She didn’t tie me up in the basement, force me to eat raw cock roaches and ban me from a world of TV and Capri Suns or anything. Although, …
For months now, I’ve gone through the motions just as I’ve intended to do. Several times a week, when I find myself with a spare hour of two, I sit down at my laptop with a beverage. Sometimes it’s coffee or tea, and other times it’s wine… because, well …
