For weeks, my Xterra occasionally wreaked of something sweet yet foul.

“I’ve got some… uhhhhh…. weird news to tell ya…” my dad hesitated over the phone. 

Here’s a very rough rant from this week. Not sure where it’s going, but it’s going somewhere. 

At around 6:00 this morning I stood, scowling, out the kitchen window with my morning glass of milk as yet another spring windstorm thrashed my trees.

 

I’m still in the midst of a crushing identity crisis.