First dispatch: Short thoughts, long thoughts, rotten teeth I couldn’t stop my tongue from playing with.

I found a very old quarter at the bottom of my sock drawer.
It made me sad, because I remember that year — and it was a long time ago.

Will I become a ghost? I don’t know.
I’m not even sure which option to hope for anymore.

I have no schedule. I might post once this week and then disappear forever. Hope not.

So, a tentative hello.

The instructions say ‘Don’t hurt me.’ But if you somehow found your way here — you’re probably not the type who reads the instructions anyway.