Things from behind me, not all of it is sad, but I warn you -going through it the first time nearly killed me. This is in no way required reading, but its hard to judge someone you don’t know; this may serve to explain somethings.
tchotch·ke or bric-à-brac
06/25/24 [UPDATED 08/01/24] I have had to access some deep stuff for school. Years I locked away as safe and in doing so I thought them in no need of further inspection. I took them out like fine porcelain and laid them out to admire and display, to show off the peak of my childhood…
Chapter 1 The Wall
Weights and measurements, the dark algebra, and becoming a man at nine. The best part about fourth grade was getting a whole part of the school to ourselves. Having a younger brother in the same school was always bad enough because every time the teachers found their wits end they somehow managed to find me.…
chapter 2 summoning the orcas
I never really figured out what the purpose of money was or what it was for, but I knew my parent had spent so much time trying to make sure we had a roof over our heads, shuffling us back and forth to scouting events and little league sports, keep enough food in the house,…
Chapter 3: The Essay
OK, so here’s what I remember about the essay: it was an extra credit assignment. It was given before a holiday. I did it, used it toward a merit badge, and then wore my uniform from the scouts to the photo shoot at the school where I received my reward for winning this—district-wide essay contest.…
Enlightenment and Nachos 