Salvador Dali had nothing on me,
arrows of light the color of screams.
Traversing delusions, illusions and dreams
Fever and frenzy, the struggle gives way...
Down at the stables was always the best part of every summer. I loved the kids – don’t get me wrong – but being a wrangler was all I could ask for in that moment of my life...
Remember when you were a kid and you'd wake up early just to get in those cartoons on Saturday mornings? You'd grab a bowl of Cap'n Crunch or Cookie Crisp and nosh mindlessly as you sang the theme to Animaniacs or cheer on the Chip 'n Dale Rescue Rangers. Maybe you'd watch reruns of The A-Team or tune into wrestling – whatever your indulgence was (not that you understood it as such back then).