We’ve only met briefly once, at the first Bohemian Carnival, but I remembered her. At the second, I didn’t see her but she said that she watched me from the balcony of the DNA lounge, and shortly after she found me online, where we have talked, just a bit – one message a night, both being quite open, honest – both getting just a bit bold.

Our first date is on Halloween, in costume.

I told her that when we first meet I don’t want her to say anything, nor will I, and I will take her hands and we’ll wander off side by side, and find a place off of the busy Halloween streets of San Francisco that is somewhat private, and dark.

There, I will press her up against the wall, look into her eyes as long as I can stand,
and then kiss her, for the first time – very slowly, teasing us both, lips just barely touching as we taste each others warm breath on our lips…

I do believe that this is going to be a lovely Halloween.


Fuck YEAH!

Now THIS is going to be a show that out-does them all!


 I can’t tell ya how excited we all are about it – it’s going to be HUGE! This will be a very, very special show, the most earth-shattering event to happen in San Francisco since 1906, and we would absolutely love you to come – not only because we’ve put it together specifically for you, but also because if you miss it, it’s really going to suck when you hear friend after friend tell you how amazing it was. This time, we’re pulling out all the stops, and doing things even more unconventionally than usual.


Your beautiferous hosts, Vau de Vire Society and Gooferman, have collaborated to bring you such a delicious blend of San Francisco and L.A. underground that it’s absolutely certain to make this a night that won’t be soon forgotten – if ever!


Mark your calendars for Saturday, November 18th, because on that extraordinary evening, we will bring you more sexy sexiness, deliciously talented talent, and entertainingly entertaining entertainment than you could ever wish to see –  and I can and WILL guarantee you, you won’t see it anywhere else – not under one roof, on one stage, and in one evening, at least, and not in such a intimate setting. Performers on the floor in front of and behind you, in the air above you, on the stage, in your drink – and maybe, juuuuust maybe, even in your pants, if you’re lucky – or, if we are. We’re certainly going to do our best to get there!


Okay, I know you’re absolutely itching to know what the details are, so here’s the lineup that we have so far –


 (CAUTION! Your rapturous reaction to what you are about to read MAY NOT BE WORK SAFE!)


Okay, ready? Here’s what we have for you:



Vau de Vire, Circus Metropolus and bi-polar productions present:

Saturday, November 18, 2006
DNA Lounge
375 11th St., San Francisco
9pm-4am; 21+, $15 
Advance tickets available via   


Our entire Vau de Vire Society family will be on hand this month to co-host with our GOOFERMAN pals a very special show!  We’re bubbling with excitement at this month’s linup:  


Cirque Berzerk   Direct from LA-LA land and armed with an amazing ensemble of performers, we welcome our co-conspirators of the Red Nose District, the fabulous Cirque Berzerk!


Luxxury  …”record-release party!”. In June ’06 Vau de Vire combined forces with Luxxury on the making of their music video “Dirty Girls”…which we’ll be premiering at Bohemian Carnival as well as joining our friends for a very-anticipated LIVE collaboration. After taking Europe by storm last month, Luxxury returns home to release their debut LP, “Rock and Roll” (is Evil).  New Noise, London exclaimed, “This mash-up of glam rock, disco and synth-pop, played at a thumping pace, comes on like a slightly nastier, sleazier Scissor Sisters fronted by Heaven 17’s Glenn Gregory, and we rather like that in a band.”


DJ Laird  …another long-awaited collaboration, our pal Laird will be on hand to make the dance-floor thump while Vau de Vire adds an accompaying visual spectacle to the mix…just give us a reason, and Laird is plenty of one.


Xeno  Our monthly cohorts in crime at Bohemian Carnival, Xeno will be doing what they do the best…showing off amazing choreography and providing us the ass-shakin’ ambient beats throughout the night.  May we say what a pleasure it is to have these ground-breaking performers as a monthly staple at Bohemian Carnival…yes we may!


Nick.the.Neck Cirque Berzerk brings with them  their very own mix-master extrordinaire Nick.the.Neck.


Miranda Caroligne and friends  Miranda is the lovely lady behind many of Vau de Vire’s more fashionable couture (yes, mike’s skirts).  As a special treat, impromptu fashion shows will be popping up and out through out the evening…yum!


and your hosts:

Vau de Vire Society  When VdV began our journey together 2-years ago, we never expected at this point to have such a beautifully talented bad-ass family with friends that support our endeavors like y’all have.  On this Special Evening, expect the largest ensemble of Sexy-Stylie Vau de Virians ever assembled.  We promise you a multitude of titillating adventures throughout the night…don’t miss this one! 


GOOFERMAN  Your Bohemian Carnival Co-Hosts the Gooferman dudes are planning a unique tag-team set with Nick.the.Neck while debuting the Circus Metropolus performers.  Ain’t no party unless the Klowns are involved!


more info.




We look forward to seeing you there!

Saved a Hummingbird today, trapped inside the kitchen window of Kevin & Elliot’s place. Even got to pet it a couple of times before it regained it’s senses and flew away. (Much more gratifying for me than for it I’m sure, but the love was there, and besides – how often do you get to pet a Hummingbird?)

Okay – back to packing and cleaning…

Gods, I look forward to having an actual home. Borrowed rooms and couches for only a little over a month until my “permanent” home is available. *This*, however, has been the best I’ve ever had, with fantastic people and dear friends – not to mention amazingly generous hosts…

Okay, really. Back to packing & cleaning…

and just like that…

I haven’t been worried. Well, most of the time I haven’t been – sometimes I had to catch myself and get back into knowing it would happen the way it was supposed to – always has, always will.
Meditated on what I wanted, put out the energy to manifest it, then posted.


I recieved an IM earlier today from a friend, letting me know of a posting she saw from another friend of ours who *just* let it be known she was looking for a housemate. Called her up, talked, got the info – and I meet the other house-mate on Monday. If he likes me, I’m in.

Duboce Triangle, close to everything on 15th at Noe – a short walk away from the Mission & Lower Haight, in a beautiful neighborhood, and about a block away from the street car that takes me directly to the Wharf, and pretty much any other bus I could ever need. Top floor in a large Victorian, large kitchen, livingroom, hard wood floors and a beautiful garden with a lawn. 13×13 room, one small closet in the room and a large one in the hallway. Creative people. Healthy eaters. Wireless DSL.

Oh, and – $450/month, in the heart of San Francisco. She’s lived there for 23 years.

Fuck YEAH.

It won’t be available until beginning/mid December so I’ll be somewhat homeless until then (and looking for couches, hint hint), but goddamn – I have a home!

Hooray for the Cosmic WOW!

Created in you

Created in you, someting I could believe in
I could believe in

Enchanted, mesmerized
shaded in a gauze of wishes
and dreams of what could be

But that wasn’t you, was it?
It wasn’t what
we both thought you were.

Still, and always,
I love you
Still, and always
I wish the time were right

Because what I see is there
somewhere inside, and
I am never wrong
but my timing sucks
and this lifetime

is not for us.
And I swore I would love you forever
and I told you of the beauty I saw
and I told you I was yours and

I will
It is there
and I am

but this lifetime
is not for us.

I know of your dreams
and your fears, but
you have become your fears
your insecurities
and I will never know
your secrets
and I will never know
your heart, again –

and you have never known mine.

The van could work, but…

I would much rather have a home. A room to hang my thingies and make it pretty, a place for my sewing machine, my costumes, my stilts.
A place that is actually a home, because since I have decided to stay in San Francisco I need one.

Since I arrived back here from New Orleans (via That Thing In The Desert) almost two months ago I have been housed (and rediculously cared for) by the most incredibly wonderful hosts and dear friends, but hell – it’s *their* home, not mine, and the room I have been staying in needs to be turned back into a massage room. I would prefer to live in the city due to convenience and work transit, becuase I gotta tell you – it’s a pain in the ass to run back and forth from one side of the bay to the other gathering and dropping off performancs tools, and on top of that, it’s expensive.

I would prefer a room in the Mission, of course, with creative, easy going people. I don’t do drama, i won’t interrupt you while you’re reading unless it’s really important, I do my dishes and frequently all of them if I have the time. I respect the hell out of common spaces and view where I live as a sanctuary from the beautiful insanity that everything outside the doors offers me. Many respectable people  think I’m an allright kind of guy.

Ummm – I’ve decided to chase my dreams and so now I’m a street performer these days, which will easily make a rent of $600/mo –  plus reasonable bills  entirely do-able, but I also have recently been picked up by Vau de Vire Society, doing performance and promotions for them – – and have frequent or occasional corporate gigs. Essentially what I’m trying to say is that I’ll always come through with rent and bills, and I really hope that one of those bills is for wireless internet.

If you have a room available soon, or know of anyone who does, please let me know ASAP – because like I said, the van could work, but…

…and I think sometimes that I most certainly don’t know
and I think sometimes that I want to
and I think somtimes that
I want to meet
someone to share
our lives together…

And I don’t like feeling lonely so I don’t
all dressed up in an exquisite lie
happy by myself to do what I want
but sometimes
I want someone to call ‘you’.

I’m not a prize
but i look pretty
I have my skeletons but
I will let you know their names

I’m not a prize
but I ain’t so bad
If you’re the right one
You may just break through
the bones.

Strange response to an eloquent and beautiful email…

…and next time, if you happen to find me in your dreams, don’t feel sheepish about leaping up and hugging me. Do it with all of you, and it will be returned gratefully, and in full.

I’ll try to reply to your beautiful email, but

Your comment on being a ‘symbol’ made me think. Yeah – it’s an odd life, ain’t it? Certainly one that neither of us chose, but what we have become in a strange way. Perhaps I am a symbol, perhaps an inspiration – then again, perhaps just someone exactly like them who has simply said “fuck it” and decided to follow their dreams at any cost.
 What is there to lose?
When I recieve the messages that people occasionally send me, I must admit it is a bit embarrasing at first – I’m just me, nothing more, and not different from anyone else who dreams. I was and am that person, only now – now, I follow them.I love those messages – it makes me feel like I *am* doing something, and the only thing that perhaps makes me a bit different is that through my need to write, people can follow, relate, and see at least something of themselves in me – though, goddamnit, most of them are so much younger! I look forward to watching where they go…  The messages I recieve bring me an amazing peace, and makes me realize that I’m finally doing what I want to do – which is help others realize that everything is simply waiting for them – all they need to do is believe that it’s there. It is.

I frequently feel somewhat arrogant in my goals to ‘change the world’, but when it comes down to it all I am doing is, finally, doing what I want to do – and it’s working. I do little with the intention of actually making a difference, nothing as profound as that – I just do what I like to do, I follow my dreams – actually, I chase them down with a vengance (I’m not getting any younger)  and will them to happen – and hope to make people happy in the silly things I do.
For most of my life I was, and still frequently am with the beautiful people that I have been fortunate enough to work with, one of the people who looked at others and say “WOW! I wish I could do that!”
The first time I went to see Cirque du Soleil – it was in ”93, just after I moved to San Francisco and didn’t know anybody yet – I cried because of how incredibly beautiful it was. How much I wanted not to be only an observer, but a part of them. I wanted to give people the gift that the performers gave me that night, and that – that was love. Love for what they did, love for who they have come to be, love for every single person in the audience – including this guy I remember so very clearly, who desperately wiped the tears away so he didn’t miss one single thing.

The only thing that has changed since then – and by far, the most important thing, is a small yet very profound selection of words, which through a few very challenging years and a lot of growth, has simply changed to – “I’m going to do that!”

Yeah, there have been many times that I’ve been terrified – I mean hell – just this past Saturday I had a pretty decent and comical fire breathing show completely set up in my head, but when it came down to the time to do it – well, the performance before mine was so lovely, so un-comical, that I really didn;t want to alter the mood that they had brought, so I talked to a couple people that were going to be part of the act ( I was going to breathe fire through someone’s legs, among other things) and nixed it – and just rolled with what I had to work with. I don’t know if it worked out – I think it kinda did and people seemed to dig it, but I think the main point I’m trying to get across is that, well, I’ve learned to love the things that scare the fuck out of me. I search out the things that make me uncomfortable and try to realize that the only thing that was preventing me from doing what I wanted to do was me. I visualize what I want to have happen, truly believe that I deserve it – and invariably, it does.

I don’t know what your dream meant. I could of course give you what I feel, but this has run on too long already, somehow turned into something I want to post on my LJ page, and hell – I’m tired.

You aren’t an outsider – though i admit I frequently have dreams that make me feel the same way – but think about it – you felt alienated and ravishinly hungry in the scene of the exquisite wedding, where people dress only to impress others – but when you were pushed off and found the attic, full of people who seemed to delight in the costumes, who may or may not have been part of a performance, who played with life and all of its – and their – faces – your hunger subsided, you felt accepted.

This, my dear, is the new age. We know that there are many faces to life, we know that life is about fun, dreams, imagination, and creation. Life is beauty, life is laughter. Life is taking the inevitable pain that it brings and dressing it up in a way that suits us, and making fun of it. Life is walking through that pain in the most creative way we can, bringing it to others, teaching them. Life is here, now. We can do anything we want with it – and we have power beyond our wildest dreams to make that happen.

The trick is believing in the dreams.


Thank you so much for your email. I got a bit off track, and hope that this isn’t too wacky of a response. You sparked something, and it became a reply, and a LJ post combined.

Such is life.

Life fucking rocks.

On 10/23/06, Theresa Pridemore <> wrote:
> Hello Ksea,
> Sometimes people loom large in life, a testament to something others have
> trouble reaching and are desperately seeking at the core of their soul. I
> have, from time to time, found myself to be that person to others, though my
> oddness is not quite at the level of presence even I would like it to be
> (though I have had my moments from time to time). But I have been fascinated
> to hear tales from more mundane individuals who had claimed to dream of me.
> I was a super hero. Someone fantastic with some regal bearing. They recalled
> the tale of dreaming to me and I wondered what I had been up to in my sleep.
> Sometimes it made me wonder if I was truly living up to my potential while
> awake. I admit, I always loved the tales. I still hear them every once in a
> blue moon.
> Now that I am older, I see even more in the dream realm than I had before.
> My life in dreaming is indeed larger than it is here. Sometimes I dream
> things that are to come. Usually they are fairly mundane, pointless
> occurrences, but they always strike a chord in me, that of life being larger
> than it seems day by day. Sometimes they are of some significance. And
> sometimes the dream realm is its own world, where alliances are forged,
> where politics play out, even if of the more fantastic, inexplicable sort
> upon waking.
> I don’t really know you. I follow your journal as an outsider, having only
> met you… well, now I guess, it is twice. I see that you get this sort of
> odd attention quite often. The person who sees a kindred soul in you, or,
> more often, the person who finds a symbol in you. I find it interesting to
> detect that you also see in yourself something of a symbol, which most
> people aren’t honest enough with themselves to observe in their own nature.
> From time to time, it seems, you play a role of one sort of another which
> serves as a gateway for others into their own symbol self.
> Because I at least have some sense of you as a person also fascinated by the
> fantastic, the mystery and inexplicable, the borders and hazy journeys of
> both sleeping and waking life, I thought you would be interested, as I have
> been in the past, in your appearance in a dream I had last night.
> I honestly do not recall much, and only remembered this dream when I read
> your latest journal entry. Some of the pictures you had posted reminded me
> of my dream. It was likely that I blended a bit of what I was
to see into my
> dream, as I often do.
> I don’t understand this dream, though I do know that, at its core, it was
> about being the outsider.
> There was a huge, elaborate wedding, as a duchess might have had in the
> early 1900s. I knew someone there, but I had not been invited. Still, I
> managed to dress in a sort of frilly white gown for the event, secretly
> wishing to be a member at this grand event. Somehow I found myself at the
> reception, standing in front of a huge feast. I realized I was starving. I
> began to indulge in the food.
> But someone quickly realized I wasn’t supposed to be there. They gave me a
> bit of a reprimand then escorted me to the periphery. I had never been so
> hungry in my life, suddenly. The retribution had increased my appetite.
> Everything looked much more beautiful and delicious than it had before. The
> ladies in white, the men in their tuxes. The glorious spread of food and
> dessert. I stood on a grand, spiral staircase, overlooking the festivities,
> high up and alone. I could only leave. The sight of the event made me more
> ill by the moment.
> I retreated to a large, sprawling attic. There were costumes spread about.
> Ladies and men putting on their makeup and performance attire. I did not
> know where they were going to perform, or if indeed they truly were planning
> on a performance. I had a sense that they lived their lives in costume, that
> this was the face with which they were most comfortable. I felt alone and
> friendless in this place as the other, though there was a stronger kinship
> with the people here than down below, and none of them asked me to leave.
> I was sitting in mourning over my hunger and loneliness, and you came to say
> hello. I recognized you immediately and leapt to hug you. I soon felt
> sheepish about the action and apologized if I had overstepped the bounds of
> polite company… We did not truly know one another, after all, but were
> merely acquaintances through journals. You brushed it off and showed me
> around a bit before leaving on other errands that I cannot recall. I know
> that we explored a few broken-down places where odd and interesting people
> lived. We chatted amiably as friends and I think I realized that I had
> pegged myself too quickly as the artist who had too easily settled for the
> mundane life. There was more to me and what I was doing with my life than I
> had myself given credit for.
> I was also not as hungry as before to be a part of the earlier procession,
> but felt sated by the exploration of the mysteries in life.
> I wish I could remember more of my dream, but I cannot. Last night was an
> odd assortment of dreams all around, though it does not surprise me too
> much, fall has a profound effect on me. I dreamt of many old friends from
> school and even of Bowie, which hasn’t happened in a long while.
> I hope you won’t read my confession as uncomfortably out of place. I just
> like to share these sorts of odd things with people where I think it will be
> welcome, because it is my way of giving sway to the other side of myself,
> acknowledging the greater magic of living. I need those sorts of alliances
> in my life, to strengthen this thread of the fantastic in my daily
> existence. It is the world I wish to make for myself. One where the odd
> people in the attic hold each other up and keep each other away from the
> hungers of the grand ball of the superficial which others so easily
> entertain themselves within below. Where people explore the essence of
> living, and allow magic to creep into daily life.
> While you were not truly there, I still must thank you for the pleasant
> visit. Drop by anytime. Next time I will make tea and crumpets.
> Best,

Bohemian Carnival, Oct. 21st

…our second monthly show, and goddamn, it was fun. They just keep on getting better…

Setting up for the evening

A very rare quiet moment backstage…

And a few shots from the show are here…

Of course, if you missed it – you missed everything that happened in between these shots! Think six hours of constant performances, insanely sexy boys and girls, stilters, silks, trapeze, contortion, klowns, amazing sounds… and other stuff that I can’t seem to find the words for right now.

Mark your calendars – the next one is November 18th.

You want to be there. Trust me.

More to come…

falling back to move ahead

Off to the  only day I’ll been able to get out to the Wharf this week, the others filled with planning for other gigs and meetings – down to my last few bucks to make more. Frustrating, but it needs to be done, I guess.
A good meeting with Mike ( ) yesterday to discuss my involvement with them, excited that he’s completely open to me bringing my own ideas for performance vignettes to their productions, talking about the upcoming shows he’s working on, then to meet with Blake ( ) who I haven’t seen in over two years, and a great conversation with him about everything… In the meantime securing two paid gigs for next week, one at some halloween party where I will be able to meet with a possible agent and another stilting in the VIP lounge at The Exotic Erotic Ball, ( ) – which should be interesting if nothing else, and look good on the performance resume, I guess…
Tomorrow an early load-in for The Bohemian Carnival ( ) to go over some scenes and timing, which will be a fucking amazing show, but prevents me from getting to the wharf…
Desperately needing to save to find a place to live now that I’ve decided to stay here ( interesting – now that I’ve decided on a home, I’m feeling homeless again…) and my financial ass being helped incredibly this week by Kevin, who has some well paying work he could use my help with on Sunday…

Hell, it will work out. It always does. Things are moving forward rapidly in the direction I want to go, but my main bread & butter from the Wharf is taking a hit because of it…

Okay, time to go make some money so I can add more scratch to my phone, which got sucked dry in a conversation I had with a screenwriter in L.A. talking about something else that we’re trying to get off the ground.

Sheesh. Busy busy busy, and luckily broke for only a few more minutes. Thank gods for street performance.

Life fucking kicks ass.

I need to find a place in the City.


I search, I try.
I know better, but I crumble.

I want something more, I want…


There was no face in my mind today, but my heart screams. I try to ignore it.
I search, I try.
I saw what I wanted, I am not unclear. I know, I wait.

This is my life. It’s simple, it’s extroardinary.

I want to share more, I want to share…

I want to look across the world at you
the world  that tries to divide us

and share your smile, feel you up against me
and we will kiss the tears from our eyes.

It shouldn’t be so difficult.

I know you.

I know you. In a way, you’re just like me. You’ve waited patiently for something new, something that this beautiful city has always held the promise for deep inside of it, but, until now, has only seldom offered. You’ve felt the possibilities, tried to be patient, almost gotten discouraged – and some of you, myself most certainly included – have.
Well, I’m here to tell you that OUR PATIENCE HAS BEEN REWARDED! Out of the depths of San Francisco’s insanely talented performance underground leaps the BOHEMIAN CARNIVAL, an ever-evolving collaboration of The Vau de Vire Society & Gooferman, with deliciously sexy performers, aurally orgasmic sounds, and an ever-changing lineup that I will personally guaran-f*ckin-tee you that it won’t fall into the “same damn thing every month” category that we’ve all had to suffer with for so long. I went to the inaugural show last month, and I gotta tell you – this jaded and disenchanted boy was truly amazed. From the first seductive note played to the agonizing part where the next morning was upon us and it was time to go home, that there wasn’t one friggin’ second that wasn’t filled with all the excitement, elegance, tantalizing treachery and lascivious lusciousness. THIS is the show that WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOR, and we’re doing it EVERY MONTH!
This months show will certainly outshine our first, with Vau de Vire Society and Gooferman, welcoming special guests Zoopy, DJ Smoove, Kitten on the Keys, Dr. Abacus and our cohorts the Xeno family and Klown Kollective – and for the first time in known history, the infamous Porn Clown Posse has loaned us the even *more* infamous ‘Grope A Klown Box’ for this show, which has sheltered the likes of – well, everyone, including the legendary cocksman Ron Jeremy!

We felt your need, and yes, we had the same one – and so we bring you this – and this, the BOHEMIAN CIRCUS, is what we’ve ALL been waiting for. With great pleasure, I am happy to say…IT’S HERE!
SATURDAY OCT 21st, at the DNA LOUNGE 275 11th St, San Francisco – a measly $15 for all you get, 9pm until Late. We love you – and we’ll show it.

Well, looks like I’m going to be hangin’ my hats here in the Bay Area for a while, and I can’t express how pleased I am about it – or the main reason for the decision. I’ve ben vascilating for a bit, weighing the here and there, keeping open to whatever happens and paying attention to it – and the final decision was made only very recently.

About two weeks ago, I recieved an email from someone I have worked with many moons ago (we’re talkin’ waaaaaay back when in the Dresden Doll days)who I have come to have a deep respect for, not only because of the way he so gracefully came through for myself & the DDolls on what was supposed to be the Dresden Dolls DVD shoot here, but, well, realizing that I may end up back on this side of the continent, I’ve been watching what he and a few others have been doing, in hopes to somehow get in with one of them when I came back this way.

A couple days after a show I did with them, I recieved an email from Mike of the Vau de Vire Society ( ) saying that we should talk about “a more formal inclusion of my talents with the VdeV” – if I was interested.

Hmm. Interested? Me? Well, I guess. (!!!!!)

I returned the email saying I was, asking for his thoughts – thinking that though it will probably be only small scale local performance – I ain’t *nearly* as talented as most of the people in the VdeV, it would be a great opportunity to learn more, practice, get to know other performers and performing groups on the West Coast – and in the meantime, make a tiny bit of scratch doing what I love. Absolutely perfect, and something I’ve been focusing on bringing into my life…

Well, Mike has been busy, and not until today did I recieve a reply. (By the way, he was busy with a show in Las Vegas at the Empire Ballroom, where the owner of the place told him that they “put on the best show since Prince came through the joint”!!!)

In the email Mike sent me, he says this: “One thing that struck me most about you when we first met through DDolls, is your ability excite the creative masses, offering them a safe place to
show-off their freak inside (ie. the Brigade) w/o judgement. Affecting the
masses in this way is my sole motivation for producing events and Vau de
Vire shows…BUT, I cannot find the time to get the word out myself. Aside
from the obvious performing with the VdV family, I can see you spearheading
promotions to the alternative-art community…”

Ummm – can I get a HUGE FUCK YEAH??!!!!

So now, it looks like I’m not only going to be a performer with the Vau de Vire Society, but will be the guy with the spear head – and anyone who knows me, knows I love sharp pointy things. I’m still waiting on the confirmation from him, but I want them and they sound like they want me, so it looks like a mudderfuggin GO, yo!

It truly amazes me to think that just about a year and a half or two ago, I was dressing in a suit, miserable with my life and where it was going, and really, really wishing for something I could feel passionate about, something that could inspire people, something that involved some form of art, something that would make people truly happy.

Who’d a thunk that this would ever happen?

(Psssst. Here’s the secret: ***I DID.***)

Anything IS Possible…

(And now, to work!)