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K Mark Schofer

I remember staying in a hunting cabin in the middle of nowhere, Pennsylvania. All we had was an AM radio playing serious country music. It depressed me. it depressed so much I drank sevens of Schmidt’s and get violently sick. I still taste the bile of that evening.

And here I sit today listening to that same old country music.

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.