A Smoldering Soul in the Winds of Change I am the grizzled end of the Old West, a chip off the block of shattered dreams. I am a lone coyote prowling the hills, sniffing for excesses and eccentricities. I am the hobo on the high road, living out of a sack and whistling in the dark.... more »

  • October 22, 2008
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