I can't get comfortable in my bed. Restless...this is how I spent my teenager years until 1997. I was almost like an insomniac, unable to get to sleep until the wee-hours of the morning. The next morning, I would be a walking zombie. I couldn't help it, because the night just set my mind on fire thoughts, emotions, and raging hormones that often resulted in poems. I'm still the same, except back then I was living on a boat.

My room was like a dark hallway and it depressed the hell out of me the winter of 1994 when I had to read Dostevsky's Crime & Punishment for my AP English class. I had just gotten over being told I was wrong to think I was extraordinary for my pain through Holden Caulfield from J.D. Salinger's The Catcher in the Rye. Now I was dealing with Dostevsky's character, Raskolnikov, telling me the same thing. This led me to write my first fiction short story. Unfortunately, I didn't write many more, because I lost the momentum...writer's block.

Until now! I recently -- June 19, 1998 -- to be exact, got a taste of my new muse. I haven't tried to write anymore since, but am looking forward to what I come up with in the future. What I have to get over is my obesession with the development and perfection of my web site. Here's my new writings (that I'm sure you're all just dying to read). They are neither ficticious nor poetic, more philosophical in nature. I have named them In the Flesh.