But on an art note. I've put some recent and some older stuff up. If you happen to be one of the crazy people actually watching me, check it out and please please please critique it. Also, I'm looking for suggestions of things to photograph.


You Wouldn't Want to KnowI want to cut you up and hide your body in a drainage ditch, he heard. Samuel whipped his head to the right to stare at the man who had said it. Though the restaurant was crowded with people, there was not one person who looked as if he had just threatened anothers life. Sure there was the couple who looked like their marriage might be going through a rough spot. (as he judged by the forced smiles on their faces) But aside from the minor tension there, he could see no one who would have said such an abhorrent thing.You Wouldn't Want to Know
So he turned back to his meal and took a bite of his steak and a slice of apple. His wife was unp


The WriterThe writerThe Writer
I first met him in the summer of 1967. He was sitting outside the supermarket holding a pen in his hand and looking very thoughtful. I worked at the supermarket that summer, trying to make ends meet for my new family. I had just been married and having no other thing to do, I started working in the small store outside San Marino. That was my life. Working every hour I could so that I would have some sort of future.
As he sat there, he stared at me and dropped his pen to his side. Hello.
Hi, I said. Waiting for a ride?
Indeed I am, he


The PremonitionIt started out with he was a good man and quickly declined from there. Words like haughty and arrogant were thrown around soon after the first complimentary statements were made. Then came slander, exposure of dishonest business practices, rumours of uncivilised familial behaviour. Even questions of his sexuality. Vicious, vile things, critiques of his character. Half-hour dialogues on his personal life, his very inhumanity towards others. And he heard them all within his head, but never seeing the speakers as if he was trapped in a grave, unable to see or speak, only hear as through a wall of dirt, muffled and distorted. At firstThe Premonition
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We often miss the small things in life as we rush through the day doing whatever we need to do to survive in this hectic world.
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Wars are made and somehow that is wisdom"
- Spring Awakening
All I can say is, Wow.
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