So here I AM...

It has been quite awhile since I last wrote uugghh (typed). I think I studied typing numerous times, once even at a reformation school and basically I sukk @ it. Anyhow... I no longer reside in Escondido for 1 as far as the numerous events surrounding my life. I also have lost some pretty Kool Kats, Frank and Beans, of whom I shall wrype about in the near future. I must warn ya though, the story is pretty chessy...:(:) ina sad happy way...

I struggle ta survive off of a dairy guy's salary. DCShoes was good ta me. I regret not having followed up ona few connections there and at a few other scenarios that could have been advantageous for my, as they say, career path, is concerned but what can I say?... the dairy has been good to me as well and I can only hope that I can reciprocate such considerations in kind 1 day.

In the Struggle though I am learning that as a true Scriber of events and consequently, of Life itSelf, 1 can only evolve through experience. Emotions and how one suits them at any given time in their existence can not be learned through text. One can only be a professional life liver for so long before it becomes best to just give in and prey for the best.

So far, the locale has changed, more pleasant fer sho, the company in mo' wayz than one differnet yet the same. I believe though that there is finally a substance to the travails, that in some form er fashion, the resolution is forthcoming although the work shall never be the more for less.

I love the transition, to be simple and direct only complexed by everyone elses' confounded and self-complicated sense of EGO of which I Shall dutifully learn ta rectify myself from...

I wish I could talk about Major Potter in depth especially on a day like today but I just seem ta remember residing in San Miguel whereupon before a considered adoption, I was heralded by a cackle of native squaws as a "No Back" so that I suppose my last name never became Novak... I considered changing my name nevertheless, a thought having pre-occcupied my mind since Semptember 11th. The voices though on the side of here and there, well, no one ever spoke up for my real father and the sides unspoken, existing only half unreal and jus' 'bout nah that much ofa World away... Pray...