Hey guys, DD will be temporarily on hold until after the holidays because I'm slammed with work from my day job + holidays. Frankly, this book is emotionally exhausting! Lol. I'll be back.
i want to thank you patient readers who are hanging in there. you guys mean a lot to me
here's my favorite poem by Raymond Carver called "Sleeping"
He slept on his hands.
On a rock.
On his feet.
On someone else's feet.
He slept on buses, trains, in airplanes.
Slept on duty.
Slept beside the road.
Slept on a sack of apples.
He slept in a pay toilet.
In a hayloft.
In the Super Dome.
Slept in a Jaguar, and in the back of a pickup.
Slept in theaters.
In jail.
On boats.
He slept in line shacks and, once, in a castle.
Slept in the rain.
In blistering sun he slept.
On horseback.
He slept
