January 30, 2002
Recognition from the competition

Be it, whatever it may… call it, what you would like—every now and then, someone walks by. They pat me on the shoulder, and then sit across the table—looking at me, studying… “What?” I laughingly question. “Where do you get the creativity?” They softly reply. Be it, whatever it may… call it, a spirit guide—a voice with no name, no face, just a lot of damn energy, to walk through darkness… onto this page.