I used to have friends.
I like to pretend they were swept away in the endless currents of life, taking us all on different paths of career, adventure and family.
If I’m honest, they probably left because I was always talking trash.
I am Cone Alone.

I used to have friends.
I like to pretend they were swept away in the endless currents of life, taking us all on different paths of career, adventure and family.
If I’m honest, they probably left because I was always talking trash.
I am Cone Alone.

Nearly 1200 miles.
Twelve hours.
Two layovers.
One flight of stairs to another Thanksgiving with the family.
I smell turkey, but I am chicken.
I am Cone Alone.

