I was kicked so badly to the curb I wasn't sure if I was ever going to get back up. And even when I acknowledged it, thinking I had moved on...
Hello and Happy St. Patrick's Day. Or, if you're in the know, Happy Anniversary to House Trinacostadad. Yes, eight years ago my wife agreed to marry me and we entered into the coolest life anyone had ever known from now... Continue Reading →
This is a reflection. A way to process, to let the feelings do what they are supposed to, then move on.
"Deep down Randy Poffo always knew there was a Plan B."
But you're here to look at pretty notebook pictures and to calm down. We'll move past all that.
Fifth Draft 