As we walk this Earth, we leave prints behind. Ink blots of egos burning with the passion to create and color...inspire and share...hate and love. A trail of breadcrumbs to show us the progress we made in life, with the creativity that we earned by leaving and abandoning our sane minds. By deviating from the norm we can offer something bizarre and wonderful, this is one of the few ways that we can prove to ourselves that we...truly existed.

So step into my rocket-shoes and experience my mindless self indulgence towards the concept of art-music-aesthetics-fusion sprayed in a canvas of wall and sound through the medium of literature.

This page will be my can of paint and I will use it to spray the world with my mark, a graffiti, a tag of recognition that I was here, had an insanely awesome time and died to do it again.

That I, space invader shooting longboard cruising space art flowing mind groovin haiku writing music blasting drifter...

...was here.