Why can’t my strange little world come together? I’m a little shaky at times, and I’ll admit I usually take the easy way out but for the most part I’m pretty simple. Everything I want is simple. I’m the baby of the family, and a lot of what I know I took the liberty to learn. If there was an easy road growing up I clumsy walked along the least easiest obstacles to overcome. Be kind, there’s no better way to be. My childhood, teenage life went by pretty fast. There are things I am still learning to understand. I move along life in my own way. I have a system of my own just like everyone else. If conversation would clean my palate of all my memories I wouldn’t have color in my life.

I’d like to be fair, I am quite the handful.