The throbbing in the soles of my feet heightened as the temperature dropped.
It’s probably the week’s worth of steps I’ve taken. Maybe it’s the jagged rock, which worked its way into the bottom of my foot through a hole in my right shoe.
It appeared on my third day of walking. The third day of sleeping under the stars or the occasional overpass.
The third day after I lost everything. I lost it all because of my pride.
My feet were killing me. I looked behind me and saw a series of bloody footprints.
Yup, it was the rock.
Kenny Loggins, of Loggins and Messina fame, has supplied my second quotable quote, and I’m sure that’s exactly why he said it.
Loggins was being interviewed for one of Oprah’s shows after she sent her cameras somewhere, and he was asked about popularity or something.
His answer was a lot more memorable than the question.
A few days ago, I walked into a local bookstore on a mission.
The new year is upon us, and there are already a few things I’ve noticed.