While all of us earthlings try to make sense of 2016 and stumble into the New Year, David Bowie is having one heaven of a NYE party in the skies right now.
Edit: Nothing bad happens in this story, so no moral lesson need be drawn
We at The Sidecar are all about speaking for the voiceless obscure.
More thoughts on film, art, romance, and cats from my childhood vault.
one tuesday morning I looked out the window and seid, “it’s tuesday!”
Didn’t we all feel like existential tomatoes in the early 90’s?
You measure up to “Perfectly Perfect” in my book – er, tape measure.
Don’t be catty. Or do.
No one will be convinced that an alien invasion is underway. They will just think you’re even more deranged than previously suspected.