The mirror never lies. The mirror never tells the truth. All the mirror can do is reflect. Nothing more. Nothing less. Thus, Jim found himself staring into the mirror frame every morning. And every morning the young man in an olive-green army uniform would stare back, a picture framed from the past.
I'm older than I think I am and younger than I feel. I'm stuck in the 80's but relevant to today (oh I hope that last part is true). I think I am more of an enigma than I really am, but somehow still confound those who try to figure me out (or they just look at me weird, so I infer that). And I really hate my first name. Husband, father, Navy Vet, cat owner (translate.. slave), wannabe writer, and all around big kid who is stuck in an adult world. Overall, I just... um.. something to something, blah blah blah. And that's all I got to say about that. View all posts by R. Todd