A Week in Texas Comes to a Close

Caught a bass, boxed a man, swam laps, smoked meat, grilled fish, roasted deer, did some damage to DFW’s IJ in D/FW, hauled rocks in a wheelbarrow, lifted weights, cooked dinner for 5, jammed on guitars, had nightmares in my childhood room, won and lost at multi-centurial games, stole books from my grandmother’s deceased boyfriend’s deceased ex-wife, deliberately neglected anything internetic, cellular, or televisual save for to watch Jack die, which he did, and it’s done.

New York City? Get a rope.