I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

I think that with all the bad weather and worries, I’ve forgotten what summer’s all about. I’ve forgotten the joy of staying up for the sunrise. The laughter of a Perkins’ get together. I think I’ll get it together now. I found out how much I love to write. It’s my lifeblood. It gets me excited when I create. I love to do it and I’m proud when I’m donw. I’ve got a lot of writing to do still and I won’t quit until I’ve thrown my hat into everything I wanted to. So there!

Yeah, take that life! Like it or lump it, motherfucker!