GPOY of the Artist as a Young Man.

This may be my Style Blogger moment, where I look like a total tool and don’t realize it, but I don’t care. 100% swacket, 100% of the time. I used to dream I’d learn Gaelic and take my dog for a walk, his name was Cù, down the Atlantic coast. The salt water smell, the dead wood and seaweed, my big beautiful beard, my Celtic call, and this swacket.