Odd Random Memories

Traveling to a town in California reminded me about a boy I had a crush on in high school. But his dreams of a good life didn't match mine. This is a story about a moon, but not really. It's about self-discovery. Or maybe just learning to live your life.

Nineteen years. Or twenty-seven, if you count that from a dorm room and The Princess Bride. Love? Yeah. We love each other. But to me that’s not nearly as important as the fact that we like each other.

I used to have spider webs in my room as a kid. Spiders took up residence in the corners of the ceiling where they would then make short work of the rest of the creeping, flying things. And that was ok with me.