There once was a time when I lived on a mountain. I rode along its flanks, I partied sinfully at its feet, and I nearly lost the plot in its shadow and stayed forever. I didn’t, because one spring day I fell off the mountain and broke myself. It wasn’t long after that that I had to pick up the pieces of me and move on. Now I live half a world away and treasure those times when I get to come back and visit. Continue reading
Cowboy Graveyard
