I make a lot of educated guesses. It's in my nature. A hypothesis is a statement, not a question, and also, I like to sound like I know what I am talking about, so...that said, most of the time I don't feel like I have the answers. Hell, I don't even have any questions. I FEEL like I AM a question. I feel like a question that is always being answered by a stubborn world. Sometimes I am a hard question. Sometimes an easy one. Mostly easy. But I do get misunderstood a lot. And I like those that see through my speak to my heart. They know my weakness, and my yearning to love and be loved. I try to keep them close, though some tire faster than others. My best friends know when to tune me out. They exist in a raptured state, as I like to put it. Neither here nor there. Between Heaven and Earth. Always looking to discover. Bored with fear. Or rather, always looking to take a bite out of it. When I was younger I was perhaps more like them. Now I struggle to roll over, much less Think. That's why I flap my lips so much. I think with my tongue. But I'm learning. And I am drawn to those who are more pragmatic, those who are IN the world around them, and not OF it. Especially the women. I have been with some far out girls, man. Some of them are my best friends, to this day, and no other unearthly relationships have done more to make me than my relationships with women, except for my relationship with God.

I am not a reader. But I will herein attempt to tell it as I see it, as is the banal and fruitless pursuit of so many blind fools before me, and, as I am sure, since. Being blind, I can only be accountable to a loose description of those patterns that dance on the back of my eyeballs in the darkness. And furthermore, I am slave to a dark and ancient series of chemical reactions and can promise no more validity to anything I write than Moses could promise the children of Israel. God's promises, I will say, are those that withstand the test of time. I may write some down by accident, but don't quote me on it. I am from the South. That is worth mentioning because being Southern is a complicated and glorious burden to bear in these modern times. A burden I bear with pride. And it is by this burden I write to you now, knowing full well the implications of place, the sacredness of it. It is also where our stories begin. I was born in Memphis, Tennessee. This is a hidden place. It is on the map, but some great voodoo has affixed its eye on Memphis, and is churning up soul, and the cloud of cotton fields and slash pines and soybeans hide it from all but whom she chooses to see, and once you go there you are very lucky if you are not drawn back, and each time changed. Some never get out. But God granted I should be born there, and I am thankful for it. So these posts will be tainted what by my upbringin, and my blood and my place.