I’m seriously having a disgusting time fading through the harsh waste land of broken clubs and jagged spades strewn across the never ending path that always seems to climb upward and onward and then completely disappear at times as I stumble…sliding into the bog…I’m almost immersed with my grannie fingernails pulling at any piece of slime covered cracked Aces and 9-2 offsuit, hanging on to those hateful memories, trying  to keep my nose above the surface… Continue reading Getting rid of the cobwebs →