Pondering National Identity and Lies While in the Parking Lot in Old Town Spring listening to Darkthrone*
Just Another Day in Texas
When I need to think, I move. Sometimes on foot, other times on bike, or when the option is available, by car.
Yesterday, I drove. Out of the main suburbs through the never ending blur of trees and cloned houses and on to the Farm to Market road, a relic of the area’s once rural past now filled with nearly identical strip malls and business parks all ca…