Some people want a fiery passionate love. I want a hearth. A hearth sustains you. It nurtures you. It doesn't always glow bright but, it's always there. You may fight for your life at times. The coals are always burning. Do some work and you'll have the flame too.

Side note: I got that tattoo when I was 17 and an edgy retard. I keep it as a reminder that stupid decisions will follow you throughout your life.

Planned on a couple hikes. Busted my foot up a little bit though so, I'm home for a few days (supposed to be) doin jack shit (I may have cut down the yews in the front yard because they're the big gay). Couple days of hangin out on the porch throwin water balloons at the kids and maybe gettin some reading in if I can find my books. Few straight days off will be good though since, I'm constantly working. Any suggestions to prevent goin stir crazy for a few days?

Dug through a shitload of old photos I thought I lost. Gonna re edit some and throw em up here in time. Stay tuned