In the beginning,


In the beginning, I walked the wore down and beaten less traveled road. With scars on my back and a pack of smokes. I kicked the gravels along the way. Here and there a friend would join and walk along as well.  They would teach me a different way to kick the more oddly shaped stones. A couple of good laughs and we'd have a scare or two and then they go about their way. Rain, snow, or the beating down hell of the sun on a long hot day. I tripped and fell got back up and knocked the dust off my jeans. Light a smoke and go on my way. When did the beginning reach the...