Where's Nate?

living large in the four-oh-eight. wicked large.


where blog entries come from.

I take my dog, Fenway, out for a midnight tinkle each evening. It's quiet. And it's dark. And I often compose my blog entries while the two of us are out and about.

They say a man does his best thinking on the throne. Not me. I prefer the throne of man's best friend.


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