I Spoke to a Psychic. Twice.

“You allow people to put their dirt on you everyday and you take it without even cleansing yourself of it.”

Road Rage

Both sides of my family are from the country. My mom is from Natchitoches, Louisiana and my dad is from a little town outside of Houston, TX called Needville.   The thing about growing up with a country family is that everyone learns how to drive at a really young age. We were all behindContinue reading “Road Rage”

Tapping Out

When I was little, I remember we used to play this game called “Say Uncle”. You and another person would play fight and when one person would get the other in a painful state of submission, the person being dominated would have to “Say Uncle” when they couldn’t take the pain anymore. I remember alwaysContinue reading “Tapping Out”