The Breakfast, The Girls

Heather and I like to dine out for breakfast-let me rephrase that- Heather likes to dine and I like breakfast dates. We occasionally go out to breakfast. It’s when I get some coffee in me that I get talking. Typically she does the talking over dinner, but I am a morning person. Our time was […]

The Blood of the Bulls

It was often that he found himself waking up with this bright light, the imagination, peering into his bones. It was often that he equated it with the American Dream.  At 14 he had seen the streets of Spain covered with the blood of the bulls and he thought he could never escape the horror. […]