From the Archives: April 2009 — The law is more flexible than one might think about what it considers a vehicle to be driven under the influence.

Once more I find myself starring into the Jamaican horizon
Cotton candy blue and pink I fix my eyes on…

She’s a good girl, she makes me smile
Even if, I haven’t caught her scent in a while…

It was a day like any other I suppose. I was in kindergarten, my sister Lauren in third grade, and my oldest brother John in 5th. I was your usual class clown, trouble maker per say…

You know I would
If I could
And I can
In this span…

The man in front of me just kissed his woman on the cheek
He leaned back too far and my legs hurt a bit…

Can we miss what we don’t have?
What we’ve come quite used to being without
Absolutely…

We were on the road for yet another fantastic elongated weekend at my parent’s beach condo on Hilton Head Island, SC. This had become a frequent getaway, only five hours South East of where I went to undergrad, High Point University in North Carolina.

From the Archives (April 2009) — When a college student takes the “easy” route instead of dealing with inconvenient feelings, a spring break trip almost breaks him.

I succumb to the allusion of my volunteered confusion
Friend or lover
Guilty of loving her…