Mark Phillips' Pages: Workbook: March 2018

Workbook: March, 2018

March 31, 2018: God of the ants...
March 30, 2018: It's not the age, it's the mileage.
March 29, 2018: The structure of secrecy is complex and multi-faceted.
March 28, 2018: "IT'S RED!!"
March 27, 2018: She wants to try the opera.
March 26, 2018: Kota Riganati, London Dry Gin...
March 25, 2018: "Ten milligrams," she says, definitively.
March 24, 2018: Because, I'm not malicious.
March 23, 2018: She doesn't trust me yet.
March 22, 2018: We kept a San Diego street map on the wall in my bedroom.
March 21, 2018: I demanded and took a gap year.
March 20, 2018: It was the right environment in which, for me, to get woke.
March 19, 2018: The Feminists spoke a language I'd not been previously exposed to...
March 18, 2018: The campus movements were vibrant and bewildering.
March 17, 2018: The other route was through the surfer chicks.
March 16, 2018: It's likely I'm the only student who ever spoke with that custodian.
March 15, 2018: No there were good people too.
March 14, 2018: I lived for the brown truck.
March 13, 2018: Fossilized light of the first dawn.
March 12, 2018: The first time we met she threw up on the carpet.
March 11, 2018: Moving lights in the night sky.
March 10, 2018: Proceeding from the assumption...
March 9, 2018: Asian with black hair...
March 8, 2018: "Nobody else!"
March 7, 2018: Smell of water in summer.
March 6, 2018: When a plaster Chinese lion plays the drums.
March 5, 2018: Tug of war inside a circle of black salt.
March 4, 2018: Chandler on Napoleon:
March 3, 2018: Beethoven's black shutters.
March 2, 2018: She lies.
March 1, 2018: My nickname is Gillette because I'm the best a man can get.