I’ve been giving it some thought and I think it for the best if I remove myself from the position …
'sup, babe. Times, they are a-changin'.
Happy New Year! I like the mustache.
The last time I wrote a letter on New Year’s Eve was in Dallas, at the tail end of 2015.
I like the ambiguity of this beginning, that it could be read by anyone, going anywhere, and still resonate
My phone is full of lists. I have a decent memory but I forget things.
It’s been a minute since we last talked, hasn’t it?