I took a non-paid position with PacersDigest. That's all.
They still refer to my phone calls to DW as "The Stalker".
I kid... I kid...
Why do the things that we treasure most, slip away in time
Till to the music we grow deaf, to God's beauty blind
Why do the things that connect us slowly pull us apart?
Till we fall away in our own darkness, a stranger to our own hearts
And life itself, rushing over me
Life itself, the wind in black elms,
Life itself in your heart and in your eyes, I can't make it without you
The poster formerly known as Rimfire
No Linking to your own site if it sells something.