Author Jaxson Sockbeson
“Between you, me, and the wall, I don’t know what to do!” I know your name, you aren’t a who? Little G wagon grown up he ain’t a boy, when he is on the football field he likes to destroy…. Continue Reading →
“Maybe there was a little blip of a heartbeat.” You know you always miss a beat. Trying to aura farm but all you farm is wheat No one knows who you are. You live on Mason’s street. How are things… Continue Reading →
“We’ve never done anything together that I’ve actually cared about.” “What do you mean? I thought you love golf?” I replied. I am caddying for my son in the college golf semi-finals. It is day four of the four-day tournament… Continue Reading →
“You can’t trust me because I can’t trust you!” As I’m walking away. I hear this and I am shaking wondering what it means. We are in a grave yard after a funeral cold with sadness in the air. I… Continue Reading →
Everyone hates a sore loser. I’m walking through Newbarry Street in the afternoon and see a pickup basketball game going on. I walk over and see if I can join in on the fun. I go up and yell “Yo… Continue Reading →