Dude. It’s me/you! Told you I would write you again. I have to say though, I’m a little disappointed. It looks like you didn’t take any of my advice from before. You got that letter right? Just in case you didn’t, I’m enclosing it here. Some of that stuff will still be useful. I’ll wait for you to read it if you haven’t already.Read More »
My dad took my mom on a hunting trip when she was about eight months pregnant with me and she nearly had a miscarriage.Read More »
I got an early start on my art career. I remember my mom teaching me how to color when I was about four. According to her I needed to stay within the lines, but I thought that was bullshit. I liked to keep it loose.Read More »
When I was a really little kid, like around age three, my favorite color was deep purple. I remember being into lacy, sheer materials like my mother’s scarves, which I would drape over my head and run around the house. My dad nicknamed me Markalina. Around age five I told my mother that I wanted to be a girl. She deflected the question expertly, like this: Go tell your father.Read More »
Hey buddy, you’re not going to believe this but this is you. I mean me! I mean you!
I mean I’m you, writing from the future. I’m the future you!Read More »
Stuff that happened. When it happened, where it happened, how it happened and what happened next.
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