I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

img_6261.JPG

Oh sir time, against whom do you conspire. Against what am I trying to fight. I’m giving you a fist in the face, but you keep coming sir. So who am I, sir time, supposed to fight now?

Can’t fight time, buddy. You can’t fight the ocean either.