One Direction. I don’t know. Ask Wyatt about the traffic. Weird. A little pop-rock won’t hurt. Sometimes it has to pop. It’s heartbreaking for a clown if there’s not at least one balloon about to pop every second somewhere around the world. Alright, you got me, not really. But sometimes, Night Changes and there’s no other way. Pop!
THE STONED THEORY OF MY OWN DESTRUCTION is available on Amazon. Author, poet, journalist, editor and artist writing adventure in literary fiction, crime, the strangest creative nonfiction, mystery, contemporary picaresque, comic thrillers, fantasy, and new adult fiction. Currently retired from writing novels, poetry, short stories and blogs.
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