i don’t even own a whip.
When I was a kid, I imagined my future according to a certain paradigm. Let’s call it a Spielbergian worldview. On some level, I really believed that I would spend my adult life running from nazis in the jungle or saving aliens from The Man. It wasn’t just Indian Jones and ET that fed my delusions, though. Everything pointed to an adventure filled life. Continue reading “i don’t even own a whip.”