Semi-Daily Scribbles

I can tell you how it all goes down, but do you trust my memory? What hasn't happened yet brews in the back of someone's head and I know/remember/hypothesize what comes next. Don't worry about how you come out in the telling of it all. The whole thing's a fabrication. Time makes sure the script fits its image. Everything is a living issue. Scrub the surface, scratch the plan, see how easy it is to slough off your thick skin? Exposure is our finest achievement.