Grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
the Courage to change the things that I can,
and the Wisdom to know the difference.
Everything is sort of blurry and warm and new and old all at once. I am equal parts too young and too old for everything. I seek out my refuge in cool nights, nice beer, and the people who love me. This is a work in progress.
Welcome to the show, you beautiful disaster.