Where do I begin? Logical question. It's amazing how a birthday passed will make you feel things you never really realized. Like the fact that you let your art abilities start rusting because in a vain attempt to capture lost youth. You join a addictive website, not DA, and flirt with women like a hormonal thirteen year old with a over load of testosterone.

Like the fact that you realize that even at thirty six years old you see you were still fighting verbal abuse bombarded on you by a dead father.

Yes, I had some major moving moments that have been brought on by unusual things such as watching House.

For thse of you who have wondered what happened to me. Well, I wandered down a dark road that lead to a slippery slope. Which in turn lead me snow balling into a abyss.

I'm back. I haven't taken any new pictures yet, but I will. I have not written any new poems, but I have part of a story I started long ago. I may add it soon.

Give me time and I will.