Somewhere… in the Congo, with love. April 14, 1992 The Congo I met a Mara named Die, and not one of our visible lifelines intersected. But more than a few invisible ones did. He was my friend. We drifted down the bilharzia filled Tana to the Indian Ocean as the tide was falling too low to turn when the call came to circle back again. The banks were too high and the water too low, so the hull scraped the bottom and threw our 40 foot steamer on it’s side.
BREAKING: Norman Reedus found after failed kidnapping attempt. Story still developing. Norman Reedus Is STILL Lost. And time is of the essence. Please start by clicking >>>> HERE if you’re just now joining the search… for PART ONE. … “VISINE!!” That’s all I heard coming from my phone as I was once again pressed against the headboard in full freestyle. I had to go retrieve it to respond as I had propped it up facing the bathroom door with the video camera going in...
The Triumph Scar… and it’s Inspiration My first triumph left a pretty big scar… but I guess that’s how you know it’s a triumph. Once again, “FLANERY, GET OUT HERE” came rushing through the screen door from the porch. So out I went, knowing it was time for another growth spurt. My Grandaddy’s words were always so economically spent that I learned to savor every single syllable on that porch.
Sometimes you just need a minute. -Sean Patrick Flanery I think sadness/grief turns off a certain part of your brain… maybe out of necessity… maybe for survival. Okay, so look… I met a chick some time ago. She was in jail and I saw a picture of her on the Internet. Hell, I guess I was feeling charitable so I got in my car and drove. There was something about her eyes in that picture that felt familiar… like home.