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Hi, this is my first post so I hope you found your way here on purpose.

Let me start off by telling you a few things about what this blog is and why I'm making it. I've lived my life in what I would call 'squalor' never really being sure of what's going to happen next, anything and everything including meals and a roof over my head have been a constant worry as far back as I can remember. (or at least as far back as I care to remember.)

It's not really that bad, I have had some great times on the way, the travelling, the late nights, the sights and sounds of new places constantly being seen, and all the hippies.

Oh, that's right before I get any further I ought to tell you of my family's 'profession', we're travelling merchants. Nothing big, just clothing, jewelry, and sometimes even rocks (okay, shiny rocks like turquoise and things but still its just a rock).

Anyway, it's not that great of a life, not that bad either by any standards but I digress. I suppose it all started before I was born really, my father had come from a small family down south that moved further inland to 'live the american dream' and it was at that point he made a THE life-altering decision to run off on his own and be a 'free spirit'. Funny how something as simple as an unborn life can be altered so drastically far before it has a chance to be, funnier still how I almost prefer it this way.

He bummed around for awhile, not sure of where or when to move on, all the while making friends and losing them just as fast (and without regard I might add). Such was the life right? It almost surprises me that he wasn't drafted into following 'Fish' around the country, than again I don't know whether he did or not. Eventually he fell into a certain living, one I follow and probably will until death just as he will, that of a travelling salesman of trinkets and crafts (okay, I padded it a bit but that's technically what we are).

Alright, fuck it. Call us gypsy's.

So he became a gypsy, hand-crafting quality products in the good ol' u s of a. A decision which gave me the wonderful, regular, mediocre with some better parts, life I have today. Why is this relevant? Well, come on even Star Wars had a back-story man, I'm just setting the stage.


So he went, selling things to get by and moving around more than a cocaine fueled free-runner with restless leg syndrome (which actually would be pretty fun to see, if you have a video please send it to me). He met my mother while visiting a shit-hole called Utah and they fell deeply in love (I assume) and had three children together, all the while moving about the country and spreading their wares, messages and stories to anyone who would listen. It was a peaceful life that could have been a cute love story in a book or something.

But, and here's the kicker: LIFE WAS SHIT!

And that's why I'm writing this blog, I'll tell you all the stories, the places the people and the details man. You just gotta wait and see what's going to be said, right now I'm a little high and very tired, so that'll have to be the end for now.