I remember my first crush. She was a TA at my Montessori kindergarten. I don’t remember her name. All I remember is that she wore her jet-black hair in a bob, and that she had red lips. I walked in on her in the toilet. That’s where it all began. She used the boy’s. Her panties were at her ankles. She hadn’t locked the door. I just stared. She smiled warmly and gently pushed the door closed.

For a day-job I work in film set fabrication, but that's not nearly close to the feeling I get when I'm writing or creating music. I'm currently working on several screenplays, but this site is where I come to dump my quick-fire ramblings and expunge difficult emotions or experiences. I hope you take something from these writings. Each and every one of them comes from the heart.

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