Forcing myself to be more active on Tumblr. There’s too much nonsense on here not to be a bigger part of it.
Where do I begin?
Found buried in my old coat pocket - the foose balls George Washington used when he first learned how to play.
I got on the bus this morning and discovered I had a gun in my trench coat pocket. I was pretty sure it was a prop from a show, but I decided not to pull it out and check until it got crowded and I wanted more personal space…
Blame officer Stevenson.