I’m baaaaack…
Like a cockroach. step on me, swat me, spray me with Raid, set out a trap, poison me…not even empty pockets, empty bank accounts, broken vertebrae and legs, hunger, heartbreak, worn-out shoes, hot days, cold nights, dust, huge thundering buses, dump trucks, sunburn, chafed nipples, dehydration…none of it stops me from continuing this interminable walk.
Sure, . . . → Read More: just when you thought it was safe…
what’d you say?