When I was a kid, I used to think being an explorer would be great. That it’d be super cool.
Just me, running off into the sunset. Chasing down the unknown, making it real. Making it fact. Bouncing from place to place, doing my best to map out a clearer world for myself, and for others.
That was what I thought exploring was.
And I wasn’t wrong.
But I wasn’t right either. Continue reading “Empty Worlds”
A present is a present is a present. The fact that someone is thinking of you enough to give you something should, in and of itself, give you something wonderful. That, in itself, should be enough.
Sometimes what you’re presented with isn’t enough. Continue reading “The Finest Present”
“Russ Towns is a thug”, “Russ Towns is a gangster”, “Russ Towns eats nails for breakfast”, “Russ Towns hates people”, “Russ Towns tortures small animals”, “Russ Towns will eat you in a heartbeat”, “Russ Towns is violent”, “Russ Towns is one scary dude”, “Russ Towns is going to kill someone someday”.
“Russ Towns is bad news”.
I’ve heard all of it before, over and over again. When I first met Russ Towns, I sort of believed it. Though, it didn’t matter much to me, personally. Mostly because I always kept to myself. Did my best not to interact with anyone. To lay low, stay out of sight.
But, then out of nowhere, came a fist.
The fist belonged to a guy who was definitely bad news.
Continue reading “The Space Next to Me–Part 1”