Merrily, life is but a dream (it seems). follow this dream in a gentle way downriver and relax, as this is just all some perception of events, some network of invisible and visible hints and senses that somehow form a congruous cloud. particles charged and connecting and disconnecting in a exhilarating diastole.

When I turned 26, I got an E.T. tattoo. Like everyone else, I was thinking about something tribal or a design or something. Then, as things go, I asked someone who probably serves as a better mirror than my imagination, my brother, and he drew up an E.T. tattoo. I got it two days later.

I've been rummaging around Indianapolis since birth, with many stints elsewhere, looking, watching, working, smiling, walking, driving with the people in the city.

I've worked in the pr, marketing, design, printing, advertising world since I got out of college, and am now headed back to school on a path to medical school. I have self-published two collections of poetry, and a third is slated to come out at the beginning of next year. In the meantime, you'll probably find me puttering around BroadRipple, playing and talking about music, and moving steadily along at a quick pace.