Boomers say “tweet.”

You see you’re a gypsy.

Everything is local. Including engagement accounts. It’s ok to mute or block them. They won’t even know.

More love

An actual monsoon has arrived. Apache Junction/Mesa area. I should really do this storm chasing thing.

Lightning east of Superior is insane. I wish I knew how to take pics of this.

I appreciate every moment of this life, even the ones that don’t make sense.

We just need the XBox controller to square up into Arizona.

If it were me I’d call it a 32-yard putt.

I didn’t really know much about Tom but he’s the real deal. Hop in.

One or two more songs then I’m checking out. What song means the most to you? Or is your fave?

I’m tired. Tired of it all again. Impressions, followers, likes. And I don’t even chase. It’s a grind. And why? Why?

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Steppin out.

I hate co-pilot. I’m just going to say that before I bail. I fucking hate copilot.

I get it now. It all makes sense.

"I think a storm is coming. I'll go outside and check."