i've got a porcupine quill in the back of my coupe de ville.
i've got time on my hands but an empty tank.
i don't have friends to spare, but i lost them anyway.
this is all new to me, but it's really all the same.
Friday I close on my very first house. Insanity. If someone had asked me seven months ago to describe for them the least likely scenario for the coming year, I would have told them that I would get divorced because my wife would fall in love with another man, lose my best friend, lose the house I was buying in Jeffersonville, file bankruptcy, get a promotion at work, and then move back to my hometown by buying a huge old house that I love.
And yet...
