First, I was born. I know that, because I've heard stories. The next 18 years are a bit fuzzy. experimented with substances, hair colors, mechanical projects and coffee, not necessarily in that order. Spent a lot of time outside, because I think it was far more interesting than inside. It certainly had bigger bugs. Eventually walked across a stage to fetch a piece of paper that proved where I was for at least four years. Wandered around, found myself deep in a darkroom writing while my prints dried. In a direct ironic affront to my principles, I found "love" and lost it deep in a sea of lies.
I wear my heart on my sleeve more often than I think I probably should.
Moved left 9 hours, started living my dream, got back on my feet after a few ugly falls, got my own place.
Yesterday I cooked breakfast.
Location
Edge of Oblivion