The older I get, the quicker the days pass. 2015 has arrived before I barely got to enjoy 2014. With winter abounding, it's easy to sit back in a warm, comfy chair, peering out the window at the fluttering of life going on. Seems as though the "golden years" of my time is meant more for reflection than anything else: Missing the days of my youth and those years of my life when I thought I had forever to live. Now my age means only learning to accept the inevitable. But I'm still here, still kicking... and there's always hope. Happy New Year, my friend.
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AuthorBorn & raised in Philadelphia, Pa., my main interests are video games, board and role-playing games, movies, art, and writing. I'm currently working on a murder mystery novel, A Banner Day, and also creating a board game based on dungeon adventuring. Archives
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