10 March 2017, Ten Years of Heart Stuff

It was a dark and smoky night ten years ago when she walked into the bar looking for a ride home from a friend. She got a taxi and a Jesse instead. In the time since then she’s sometimes asked why I never write anything for her, not realizing it’s all for her, all the time, and that’s why we’re both still here, doing the work ten years later. Here’s to the last ten and to as many more as we can get.