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Right. Here's the deal. Life goes something like this. Dad dies this summer. He was in his mid-fifties, dead a day after not celebrating his 24th wedding anniversary in a clean room where he vomitted up blood and had sections of his throat and lungs cautorized to staunch the bleeding. I move from Oregon to Houston, Texas to be with him in the final hours, deal with the aftermath of his death, and be in my mother's life and be here so that she is in mine again. Girlfriend of over three years. We break up because of many reasons I'm sure I'll go into more detail over at a later time and place. I move into a house with old high school buddies from Caracas, Venezuela. Life is strange. Surreal, and just a little bit off kilter. I enjoy life for the first time in a long time. I let loose and experiment with drugs and alcohol. Before this, was sobriety and comfort. Now, things are getting a bit more interesting. I'm working at an awful job, that I took out of a favor to a friend of my mother', who helped us out during Dad's death. I'm looking to finish off my schooling here in Houston, and get back on track to doing something meaningful with my life.

Though most people call me a writer, I don't see myself that way. I use writing to document life and tell stories that come out of that. I will be a dozen different things before I begin to call myself a writer.

At this point in my life, I am open to new ideas, I welcome new people into my circle, and I expand that circle every day I'm down here.

Moments of recent memory I'm proud of: No one was doing anything for me on my birthday, so I got myself and all my friends on the invite to a swinging party downtown. Free booze and lots of strangers to swagger up to drunkenly.

Books I'm reading. Celestine Propehcy, Principia Discordia, Crime and Punishment, Crash, and the large the small and the human mind....

Movies I've seen: y tu mama tambien, american movie, the salton sea, spirited away and secretary....

Images I'm working on: random sketches, doodlings and crap I may or may not post as my mood improves.

Borrowed catchprase I made my own: when the writing is on the wall, fly not fall