I’ve got 32 years of trickiness and creativity under my belt. And, according to a questionnaire which I took while sitting in a class I didn’t belong in, I have a 75% social desirability.

I work as an “artist”, making digital designs and music. Maybe I should focus my aspirations on something that merits my computer science major?

What’s there to say? Stuck between a rock and a hard place. Literally. I’m that back country hiker who didn’t bother to heed the warning signs that read Park Closed: Hungry Wild Ass-Bears Seen Mauling Hikers. I went ahead and ignored the signs, ran into a beastly bear, fell into a Batman lair-like cave as I tried to outrun the bastard, and got myself wedged between hell and a giant boulder.

So I have a little extra baggage I have to carry around. The emotional kind. Who doesn’t have any of that? The question is where’s the lost & found when you need it?

Sometimes what you’re looking for is staring right back at you.