To die ,
without ever falling in love,
is the saddest death
of them all.
It’s a thought
that haunts
me.
And it happens all the time,
doesn’t it?
Souls taken too soon–
maybe they’ll find love
somewhere
above
the moon.
-C.H.
“Hello Clint.” “Hey Doc. Do you think I can stretch while we talk today? Do you have a foam roller?” “No Clint, I don’t have a foam roller here. But you’re welcome to stretch. Are you tense?” “Tight.”
“Aye Doc! What’s crappening??” “Oh you know, same shit, different day.” “Holy shit Doc! I’ve been saying, ‘what’s crappening?’ for ten years and no one has nailed a response like that! Bravo sir.” “It
“Heya Doc! How’s it hanging?? Oh! I like the scruff. Looking very hipster my guy. I like it. Anyways, what's new?? What’s going on? I missed you at the pub last week. I was keeping an eye out for you.
