an old “About the Author”

I am an individual whom the muses are fond to inspire, but ashamed to avow…

I am not a pleasure seeker.

It is not my fault that pleasure seeks me.

I am not rude.

Therefore, I oblige pleasure by partaking.

In a society where transience is regarded as a virtue, I am still. – not committed necessarily.  Just still, unmoving.  Maybe “stuck” is a better description.  I am so overwhelmed & scared & sad that I simply cannot move.  I am more scared than sad.  (More heavy than scared).

My life is soon to be another banal fatality,

haunted by the lack of simple practicality;

visited by that ghost of unaccomplished tasks,

I avert my eyes as it looks at me and asks:

‘What if death is the adventure that you’ve been looking for?’

What if is, What if it isn’t?

I’ll know it when I get there.

So…until then,

I’ll sit here, waiting for something New

that I can pander off as Art to you.

My life is nothing, but for the Significance/Influence it might have on others.

I am a student.  I also serve coffee to people at Starbucks.

Last year (May of 07), I checked into a drug/alcohol rehab center.  107 days later, I came home (leaving the drugs and alcohol behind).  I live in Indianapolis, now.  I will be immensely famous.  I will alter the world forever.  

Some people say that your Life should speak for you (you know, the whole “actions are louder than words” thing).  I want my words to be the loudest.  Not that there shouldn’t be some congruency between my words and life, but I want my Life to be mere background music.  I don’t want to leave my actions open to other’s interpretations; I will interpret my Life for them.