INTRODUCTION

Fevered.  I fell out a long long time ago.  The way it is was never planned.  Taken some falls as we all have.  I just pieced myself together, picked myself up and got back on.  Again and again.  A realization that I must have missed a few emergency room visits might have happened tonight.  Wouldn't have changed this end product. 

An early dark, wet and cold Oakland winter night.  From the depths of a poorly lit cave, a long house per say.  Never mattered where as I will get to later on.  If we could open the dictionary to the word "life" and read the following description.  LIMITLESS.  Went over the importance of the "importance of..." again tonight.  A wildly round full circle conversation with good company.  "Reach out and touch someone." 

I spent my twenties... we all "spent our twenties..." doing something, didn't we?  I spent that time of my life really thinking that I was living as much as I could.  The following however many pages will unite/tie you to just that, that idea, that venture, that rolling rolling rolling commencement we call life.  From an Indiana youth to the current slums of Oakland's western slope.  The up-and-comers, AKA rich white people, are calling it NOBE these days.  North Oakland, Berkeley, Emeryville.  Not to complain, I love it.  I'm dry and warm on a night like tonight.  So, I've got no complaints to speak of.  One block away and north, on West Ave, under that bridge that leads to the maze... I'm sure there are some seriously down and out humans wishin for a different outcome in this game we call life.  The ones I stop and take photos of, wearing blankets and matted hair, unrecognizable white shirts, the ones with teeth gone and missing. 

Everything, so important.  I'm really in a way tonight and not ready to write, fully.

11/30/2012. 5:44pm. Fugazi. In on the kill taker.