Welcome to my attempt to chronicle my life, which, now, at the age of 25, resembled a slow-moving carnival ride. It’s mostly fun, but can make you sick if you hang upside down too long.
As a writer, I tell the stories of people. Here, I’ll tell my own. In doing so, I’ll probably tell some of yours. I’ll share photos I take with my dying camera. I’ll share poems I find inspirational — even though I’m not a fan of most poetry. I’ll share artwork that is usually a result of what happens when I spend too much time in the real world. I’ll even try to share portions of the novel that I hope will spark an early retirement.