SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW...

FULL OF REMORSE, I AM A NEGLECTFUL BLOG OWNER.

THINGS HAVE BEEN WILD IN CRUNCHVILLE  
RECENTLY JUGGLING JOBS AND LIFESTYLES 

(MOSTLY JUST PLAYING XBOX  

AND READING COMICS.)

HERE IS A MOLESKINE PORTRAIT I FELT INSPIRED  
TO PEN WHILST LOOKING THROUGH A BOX OF OLD  
PHOTOS IN MY GRANDADS EMPTY HOUSE. 

AT THIS POINT IN MY LIFE IT HAS BECOME APPARENT  
TO ME JUST HOW MUCH PHOTOGRAPHS  
FREAK ME OUT. 

ESPECIALLY OLD PHOTOGRAPHS OF MYSELF,

(THIS BEING ONE OF THEM.)

FOR ME IT IS LIKE LOOKING AT ANOTHER LIFE, 

ONE TAINTED WITH REJECTION AND  
DISAPPOINTMENT IN MYSELF
(OH HOW WE ONLY REMEMBER THE BAD!)
I WASN'T PRETTY ENOUGH OR  
MASSIVELY OUTSPOKEN OR CONFIDENT.

I WANTED TO BE  

JUDY GARLAND.

BALLET WAS MY THING.

MOST NIGHTS I WOULD TRAIN TO COMPETE,  
TO BE THE BEST I COULD BE. 

I DON'T THINK I WILL EVER LOVE SOMETHING  
AS MUCH AS I LOVED TO DANCE.

ANYWAY TO CUT A LONG STORY SHORT,  
WE ALL KNOW WHAT THESE THINGS RESULT IN: 

FOR THE LUCKY FEW A ROMANTIC CAREER,  

FOR ME A HANGOVER  

AND A TAKEAWAY.

I'M NOT BITTER, I LOVE MY LIFE.

IT JUST MAKES ME SAD ON  

OCCASSION WHEN I STUMBLE  

ACROSS THAT LITTLE GIRL  

IN THE RED SHOES  

WITH SO MUCH PROMISE.

HOW MUCH I'D LOVE TO TELL A 2-18 YEAR OLD ME  

"DON'T LET ANYBODY TELL YOU  

THAT YOU AREN'T GOOD ENOUGH" (CLICHE)