Hitchhiker's Guide

Everytime I taste chocolate milk it reminds me of spring day in my teenage years. The day Gary Lynn threw chocolate milk at my car for not picking him up hitchhicking. Gary was one of local characters, a well loved schizophrenic that meant no actual harm.  He lived with his parents until he passed in his early forties. Gary made money by roaming the Island trimming trees, but he didn't have a car. So Gary would hitchhike around the island with his chainsaw or ax.  Besides being woefully intimidating looking, the truth is I never stopped to pick him up for fear he might get chainsaw oil on my oarnge crushed velour seats.

Weird Science

I have come to believe that each of us is an Atom. We being the nucleus and our family (chosen or blood) are the protons that make up our core. Circling the core are the electrons (friends) in multiple rings. Those electrons are drawn towards us for some reson unknown to us but for a purpose. When this nee electron is drawn toward us we and them are changed. Sometimes it brings stabilty and a positive metamorphosis. Othertimes it displaces or we shed an electron, also changing what we are. 

It doesn't always feel like a positive change, nor is it necessarily permanent. 

Amanda

While perusing through untouched phone apps I stumbled across my blogger app and realized i had a saved draft from over a year ago I had never published. I released it out into the blogger sphere with all of it's irrelevance intact. 

Janet is long gone, another mistress of the orient has came and left and I am back behind the wheel of Korea in the guise of a white Soul. It is my second, the first I dumped because it represented a larger failure or lesson that needed to be learned and after the dust settled I missed it. Enter "Amanda" she is everything I loved about the first Soul sans all the annoying bits.