A cigarette sat in a filthy ashtray in the tiny kitchen.  Garrett Baker hung up the telephone with a sigh.  His mother didn’t sound as pleasant as he had hoped.  They hadn’t spoken much in the past couple of years, and he knew she was ashamed of him. At thirty,…

The barking was echoing through my skull; a low growl rang through my ears along with the bellowing howls.  I sprang up in the bed forgetting where I was.  My eyes adjusted to the moonlight from the window.  I ignored the sleeping girl next to me and slithered out of…

I think it’s important to reevaluate your options and choices in life.  What works for you when you’re twenty might not work for you when you’re twenty-five.  What worked for you last year might not work for you this year. A few years ago, I would have never thought I’d…

[caption id="attachment_4571" align="alignleft" width="300" caption="Me and my sister Cindy near Lake Watauga in Centennial Park."][/caption] Hey Everyone! So if you follow me on Twitter/Facebook, I'm sure you've noticed I've been talking an awful lot about honky tonks and Southern living...Well, that's because as of August 2, 2011 I will officially…

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