Perhaps too far gone on the influence of Stolichnaya.  Perhaps a year or two of pent up “literary aggression”.  Perhaps too drawn to music to avoid the pun of 2pac’s Confessions as a Rider…

The year is 2000.  I am in English class at a high school in an affluent neighborhood.  I am assigned a list of vocabulary words and am told to use them in a sentence.  I do so, but one up the challenge and create a story series about a fictional family in my weekly vocabulary exams.  The year is 2001.  My friend’s kid sister tells me my English teacher, one Ms. Elizabeth Waller, has raved about my vocabulary stories to the class below me.  I feel suddenly validated as a writer.  Thank you, Ms. Waller.

The year is 2009.  I am in the habit of complaining about my job.  A friend tells me how he truly laughed out loud at my “status messages” regarding micromanagement and general office antics.  I am once again validated in my wit and literary skill.  A year earlier I had resolved to write a book, but at this point I forget the premise.  It matters not.

The year is still 2009, sadly.  Every Friday I wake up at the buttcrack of dawn to meet with a group of men to further our understanding of the world.  I imagine us as the freemasons, or better yet, the beginning of some powerhouse think-tank with the power to make the freemasons feel as if their liberties are completely taken away.  We are in charge now.

You can call it pride, arrogance, or even naivety… but my mission is to change the world.  I will do it with my story and I will affect one character at a time.  i’m starting with the character of you.  Your story is now blended with mine and we’re setting out on a journey.

One day we may look back and see this as a defining point in our lives where we crossed over from boring to awesome.  May, but probably won’t.  It’s closer to the truth to say that perhaps you will speak in to my life and I will attempt to somehow move you in the way you think.  And in that movement of poking, proding, irritating, and infecting that somehow you would see that there is a greater purpose to all that is here that we claim to live for.

I will write.  You will read.  And together, we will be set free.