He Didn't Know What to Say, So He Played the Ophicleide

The past few days, every time I’ve sat down to write a blog, I can’t think of anything to say. There’s a lot to journal about. There’s a lot of raw emotion and jumbled thoughts I could vomit out. But when I write a blog, I try to make it something worth reading, not just therapy for me.

I don’t know what to say again today, so I’m posting a drawing of an ophicleidist. I feel like there’s a sweet story buried in this picture somewhere…