DC Exile Day, ok. Wait. Stop that. Just fucking stop it.
Seriously. Just, dude. I’m warning you.
Dear readers, I know you know that I left DC over one month (or three kilometres) ago to head back west. Over the past 30-something days I have been including the line “DC Exile” and the number of days since the move on this blog.
Today, that ends.
It is time to stop looking back at my time in DC and Virginia and recognize where I am now—in Utah writing, reading, recording and working on where I am going next.
I have no idea how that will look, but I know it will not look backward.
It's me. Looking forward (and sexy for that matter).
The Joseph Richards Show 
Your picture… it frightens me.
Many persons react with fear to a larger gathering of cones. Just remember. We are usually to isolated and lonely to work together.
Not the picture of cones… the picture of you frightens me.
It is frightening. And many apologies for commenting on the wrong blog.