I love the name of the falls.
Extreme sports don’t tend to entice me, so it’s fun writing someone to whom it does. I mean, one of these day’s I’d love to parachute (tandem) or to learn to hang glide, but because I think it would be beautiful and breathtaking, not because I feel there’s any risk or thrill.
One of Vachel’s cleverer moments.
Hm. That house needs shutters. Aesthetically.
There’s a lot of truth to getting exposed to things to build up your body’s own self-defense systems. But perhaps licking doorknobs goes too far.
Nothing ruins fun quite like something reminding you of a huge regret, is there?
When you’re a crook, you can’t have these kinds of morals, Blake. Thank goodness you’re not.
This is the story of the younger me self breaking into the old me self’s house.
This is the wish-fulfillment of my 9 year old self. And possibly my now-year-old self.
Recently someone was very impressed that I knew that an object was a “crook.”
They held one up and said, “what is this?”
“A crook,” I said.
They were impressed. I had no idea I was so literate!