we all live to tell a story.
no two's the same.


that's why we have kids. because we can't wait to gloat over how much we've achieved, how much we have felt, and how much we have wasted. and our (grand)kids will just sit there listening intently, believing almost anything you say. heck, i wish my kid would even trust me when i say that santa abducted my pet monkey, mofo. hehe..

and since writing alone is *sometimes* very taxing, we find that co-author. the one to spruce things up a lil, making the tale a whole lot plausible. we tell the same story.

experiences.


they fill the pages. of red and black. they still tell a tale.



of blood, tears, and love.