Indiana

Bloomington

Yesterday while walking home I had the sudden urge to write about happiness. The man that sits by the Open Kitchen restaurant on Williams street smiles and says good night to EVERYBODY black. I’m not sure if he’s homeless or if he just hangs out there. I told myself that I’m going to ask himContinue reading “Bloomington”

I don’t own J’s

If you can figure out where I was in the photo above, shout out to you, but I’m not telling. Yes, one of my secret trips that I refuse to talk much about because it’s either a good one or a bad one. This last trip was good until _______________, happy I went though. TheContinue reading “I don’t own J’s”