The Journal, Sunday, 4/23
Hey Folks, Well, I woke up Sunday mornin’ with no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt… For some reason, I woke up with that in my mind. I love that song, “Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down” by Kris Kristofferson, one of America’s foremost poets in my estimation. My own head isn’t hurting except with the hope that my novella will wrap today or tomorrow. Though I do love my whiskey and have several bottles on … Read more