Born under a bad sign in the summer of ‘72, Del enjoys long walks off of short piers, scenic drives through crowded malls and consumption of things that the surgeon general advises against. Southerner. Cinephile. Wild Card. Has a fondness for dreamers and drifters, carnies and characters, lovers, losers and weirdos of varying shape and size.
Nostalgic for a time that never existed.
This is a personal record of where I’ve been, where I am and where I’m going.