“Hey, hey, hey,” a fictional man once intoned. “Hey now. Don’t be mean. We don’t have to be mean, ‘cause,’ remember: no matter where you go… there you are.” But what if you don’t really know who you are, or even were? Who exactly is there if there’s no clear you?
Bix dot Blog
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.