I’d make a horrible vampire. Or blood donor. Or murderer.

By |2017-06-14T15:43:31-05:00August 3rd, 2011|I Draw Horses, My Life|

I can smell blood. Not in a sexy, salivating as I stare at the vein pulsing in the side of your neck, kind of way. It smells like iron.  Mineralistic.  Sharp and nauseating like a dirty penny. I've cleaned vomit out of the cup holders of my car with a cotton swab. I've woken up [...]