When its Wrong its Wrong

I was cleaning out my garage last weekend, and I noticed something. I had two choices. I could finish one

I was thinking about consistency the other day, and a strange truth settled in. If you spend a few moments

I remember reading Secret Wars when I was younger. There was a moment that stuck with me, far more than

I was thinking about my old boat the other day. It sits in a dry dock junkyard now, rusting away,