i'm gunna write you a letter, i'm gunna write you a book.

i was mocked mercilessly by someone dear to me about the types of people who start blogs.
they are either,

a) self righteous and vain.
b) planning a school shooting.

now i find myself thousands of miles away from the one who kept close eyes on my computer screen ultimately diverting my ambitions.

as promised one winter day in newbrunswick, this first post is dedicated to that very person who disscouraged this from the beginning.

i miss,
-venting about corrupted hummanity and hypocrisy.
-diagnosing unsuspecting individuals with aspbergers.
-praying for our faces.
-you.