I'd like to think of my self as a happy fish out of water, or the sole survivor from a drive by shooting!

The way life has been at pounding, you'd think I'd be gone by now but Some one loves me ferociously and anything coming to me has to go through him first.

And so the writer of my script is still at it, felt full of ink, heart full of love, mind on his piece.

Every verse,every refrain, every word, articulately splattered on my life's canvas

So like prop say's...I am not the artist, I am the canvas.

Shalom.