I am driving in a pickup truck. The railroad tracks resemble where I live now, however I am driving up large hills, steeper than the hills where I grew up, closer to the ones found in San Francisco. Unless you are driving a dooly truck there is a particular hill you are unable to make […]
Little UPS Man (Jun 18, 2016) PT1
At second house I lived in. I am standing in the kitchen (though the layout of the house is completely wrong) when I notice a miniature man with something in his hand scamper across the floor. After numerous attempts at catching him, the man somehow gets away and I hear the door open. The man […]