the wuc bytes – the rock | guarding tess

Can I just say: what the fuck happened to Nicholas Cage. I mean, really. Once upon a Cage age, I would feast upon his flicks like a rabid dog upon Celine Dion. Oh, how I loved his Moonstruck madness and Valley Girl moves. (Like, for sure.) And as a longtime lover of action movies andContinue reading “the wuc bytes – the rock | guarding tess”

Paint a portrait of my mystery.

That’s right wood. chuck. chuckers, it’s. Groundhog Day! In commemoriam, herewith somethan I wrote but ne’er posted which depicts the demise of last year. Followed by something I wrote in the Spring of my soliloquy step. that was then … I’m living in an Aaron Sorkin drama. Except without the rapid-fire repartee and seasons of success.Continue reading “Paint a portrait of my mystery.”