From the Vault: Conflicting Generalizations (from January, 1998)
So here I sit in morbid anticipation, waiting for the long night to swallow my indifference and make my halting words clear. It will never be the same, I guess. The plaintive cry echoing out over the stereo calls to me. The sounds of Gavin Friday drowning out my seemingly endless problems. “I walked on … Continue reading From the Vault: Conflicting Generalizations (from January, 1998)