I am still feeling my way around the site and getting used to the layout. It might take me a while to navigate, but I am determined. Thank you, again, for all the support!

I was terrified. I am a old barnacle, a scraped toe...I am an old man trapped in a 36 year old's body. So, this outpouring of warmth is really encouraging!

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I hate this shit. Wow. What can I say? I love writing. I remember my father buying me my first journal. It was so fancy! Navy blue, with a Siamese cat fishing for goldfish on the cover. Since then, I must've