This is not really the same thing but I can’t get it out of my mind, so I gotta share. Back in the spring of 1985 the rodeo came through town and so the Winston-Salem Journal did some feature on what it was like to be a rodeo clown. Front page, lead photo, horizontal shot of some rodeo clown in the mirror, putting on… Read more
My parents have a home that abuts a wooded creek. It used to be we’d have a tree come down each year. It’s been so infrequent lately that I know it’s ripe for a big one. It’s not scary, just a pain in the ass. Especially because it might be maple and god knows horses are such fragile fucking animals if they eat a leaf… Read more