I am spilt and poured out like water from a glass tipped over. I want to dissipate into vapor, but it isn’t humid enough. So I lie spilt in a shock on the ground.

I cried because she reminded me of myself. I cried because I have spent my life trying to forget what she brought back into my reality. I didn’t want to remember that night in the abandoned building, but as she spoke, the memory passed quickly before my eyes. I turned my face and bowed my head in shame. [more]

A recent string of events has led me to give a significant amount of thought to the idea of my legacy for K-Man. What kind of lessons will I teach him that he can take through his life? Which of those “My dad always said…” philosophies will he use in different situations – good or bad? Will I be able to provide him with a solid foundation, which will allow him to develop healthy self-esteem and even healthier relationships with family and friends? [more]