GRADUATED!!!

That's it.  I'm done.  No more high school.  More time for art now, at least until I go to film school this fall, haha.  

As some of you know, or may be interested in knowing, I'm working on a short story/novella of sorts call Freud's Toy Box, a story about the effects of travel in space and the depravity of the human race.  The prologue and the first chapter are already up.  Here's a preview of chapter 2...


    That night, I fell asleep to re-runs of "I Love Lucy," thinking about Zoe.  It's only been a month since Clarice (my wife) died and I'm already thinking about other women.  For some reason, my relationship with Clarice seemed like a fallacy to me.  I only just met Zoe and I've already developed feelings for her.  She touched me for some reason; she was alone, like me.  I felt the need to take care of her, and to be taken care of by her.  I was utterly and completely ready to move on.