Josh was once a good boy. He lost his way. We find him today hanging out with the outlaw of his family – Ohg Tone.
Seriously, Josh is my nephew, and a fine writer. I have watched him over the years, watched him grow in to a young man, watched him explore religion, watched him explore spirituality, watched him explore music, watched him explore poetry, and have watched him let the wild man out.
He wrote a sort of tribute to his grandfather on facebook. I copied it and posted it here on thefiresidepost.com. Then I called Josh and asked him to join the writing team, he sits with me here now.
Seriously – again – Josh is going to write with us. The photo of Mark Twain to the right has no bearing on anything written in this post. I just like the picture.