PETER AND I — Or How Recovery Met Transformation
Steamy mid-afternoon arrived. Soaked in sweat, we took a smoke break on the roof and observed our handiwork. That's when Pete decided the house needed skylights and we took part of the roof off and threw it too into the pit.
Recovery
We're all a little bipolar. The fucking planet earth is bipolar. We all vacillate between happy and sad.
How many times can a person reinvent themselves before there’s no original left underneath the paint?