After riding home drunkenly in the rain, last night, "A young brother, skinny and tall" sat next to the open back door and ate American-Chinese food and drank milk from a white porcelain mug... and all was well.

M.A.

-Niels H. C.

I make pizzas. Call me. I deliver. (for ca$h.)

Oh But Man Oh Man, You Can Do What You Want...

Here is a photo of me holding a baby child named Olivia.

Now that is a real smile.

White Demon, Where's Your Selfish Kids?

I just rode my bicycle 292 miles, down to Cedar City. But more on that later.

A Fire Burns Beneath Manhattan

And all is well again.

Awesome.

Since you have nothing to do with your hands,
you might as well pray.
I am no god-fearing man but I am afraid of something that I cannot quite explain.

-CPR / Claws Part 2, Typhoon

My Only Sister.

My oldest (AND ONLY) sister is named Natalie. She has done a lot of cool things with her life and has been one of the few, really influential people in MY life. (I'm going to try and keep this short and to the point) but I have so many memories of Natalie, and some, by simply thinking about them brings me close to tears.

One of the best ones is really general, in the way that it happened several times, but I remember when Natalie bought her first car with her own money. I don't remember how old she was, probably 18 or 19 but I thought she was pretty cool. The best part was she would ALWAYS take me with her places; to the store, to hang out with her cool, 18-year-old friends, to go visit close-by relatives. But the most memorable was the CD we would always listen to: Death Cab For Cutie's The Photo Album. I loved every song on that CD and I still do because of Natalie.
And the ENTIRE record reminds me of Natalie and how darling and fantastic of a sister she is.

Oh right... she's going to Taiwan, Taipei on a mission.
She leaves on October 26th... Boo hoo.

But it's going to be great for her... and me. After all I get her Sube.