why i love jason sizemore

Visiting the Monk ~0)

…When I parked my truck at the bottom of the hill, looked upon the lengthy bit of uphill sidewalk I was going have to trek over to reach her apartment, something occurred to me.

Visiting Mari Adkins is akin to the hike up one of those Tibetan monasteries. It’s tough getting there, but once there, you’re sure to learn something about yourself.

Like I said, I’d parked the truck. I grab the manila envelop stuffed full of Apex #11, and wrapped my stubby fingers around the handles of three mugs. I got my door open and knuckled it locked.

Thus began the journey…