My weapon of mastery would have been my blue 33/29 titanium softball bat. I grew up in the suburbs. Hardly a school for ninjas. While untrained with the sword, I make up for it with a quick bat.
experimental stream of consciousness writer who may or may not be a liar. sanest person you've ever met but i'll look you in the eyes like a computer eating magnets. what i don't know about you, i'll make up. and you'll still love me because you don't know where i went that moment you swore i disappeared. my moods chase the seasons and i hear it makes an interesting read. i like smelling good.