An introduction

The last of my grandparents may be on her deathbed, in Maryland. Everything I have worked so hard to build in this San Franciscan life may be under the very same sheets. I believe I may have met a woman that suits my idiom more perfectly than any other, but, as it goes, she lives in London. She is there right now. My older brother is leaving the American military that he so cherishes. He has just adopted a dog and moved into a new place in San Diego. My 17 year old brother is just starting his true-love life and has had my teenage antics as a keystone in his ideologies. He is in Annapolis. My father is married to a woman who won't let me past the threshold of her house in Oakland, unless I apologize to her for being frustrated one time long ago. (they are both in Oregon at a Shakespeare festival. Oh, and I'm not ever going to step foot in their house) I am a passionate man who wears a baseball cap to work where I serve deep fried "Cajun" food to unsophisticated tourists who abuse plausible deniability when it comes to customary American standards in gratuity. This is my family and they are a very large part of where I am, even if they aren't here with me. I am a Musician. I am trying to be a man as well.

I write these words as an outlet, a self expression, and hopefully they hold sentiments that may light upon the heart of anyone who feels lost or alone, is full of life in a life left lifeless, or who feels as though they've been broken and glued back together with some pieces in the wrong place or missing entirely. And with that I present to you, The Excitable Boy.