I've been blown, ripped, tripped, trashed, and smashed for some time now.


I started all of this to see what kind of man I am. Yet I put everything I can get my hands on into my body to make sure I keep a closed eye and a turned back on the facts. I've seen enlightenment first hand, but have had no luck of recalling the feeling of those few and far between moments. From the dumpsters gracious hand outs, to a friends welcoming floor. I went away to leave...and got swallowed whole.

Regardless of the length of my hair, I'm no man.