I observe. I laugh. Romantically, I satisfy.
I am still waters. I am the crescent moon that smiles in the night time. I am a subtle road with dimples deep as potholes (cue smile).
I’m Austin Warren.
I’m from a bloodline I don’t know much about. I’m from spirit-filled, shouting churches with fainting women and men speaking in words I didn’t understand. I’m also from the Little Angels Daycare Center with them bad-ass kids.
I’m Austin Warren Coats.
I cacophonously, yet conspicuously create. I play too much. I alliterate.