Runaway American Dream is basically a love letter. A love letter to my girl, to music, to life and to New Jersey; my second home. I love to write. Sometimes, just occasionally, I’m even pretty okay at it.
Our life over the past several years has been both marvellous and strange, though, sometimes I feel like I’m an accidental guest star in someone else’s movie. If so, the soundtrack is Springsteen and Bowie and the leading lady is my Jersey girl.
I should probably tell someone I don’t really belong here, but the plot is so damn intriguing that I kinda wanna see how it ends.
I don’t have a clue if anybody else will find our strange little story even remotely interesting, but, truth be told, I’m really writing it for myself and the woman I love anyway, so…
There’s a bunch of other material on here, so if the love letters are not to your taste, perhaps you’ll find something else to pique your interest.
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