Lately I have been having visions.

Not real, out of body, black out, ones, but imaginative journeys. Maybe "day dream" is a better term for it. The other day, I was painting this big garage. After a long time of this, I stood up, turned around, and looked behind me. I was looking across several backyards and driveways, and two yards down, there was this clearing in someones yard, a perfect square, with nothing but leaves blowing around in it. I imagined Jesus standing there, staring at me with great concern. His hair was kind of long and scraggley, being blown in the wind a bit, and he was staring at me.

There was another one, while I was at church. Our pastor was sharing a sermon, we all sitting in a circle, and I looked out one of the windows. A good ways off was a large building with a sort of castle looking roof. It was all brick, and square shaped. I imagined Jesus walking back and forth across it, and then I imagined I was for a split second, up there with him, all bundled up, because it was cold, marching back and forth with him, smiling big and wide.
It's kind of weird, I know, to imagine Jesus moments like this, but in some way, I think it is good for me. I think engaging Jesus imaginatively can part of how you relate to him. And its all about relating right?

So this is it.

Highschool spat me from its fattened lips like a cupful of warm water. I fell down three flights of stairs at a local Community College and ended up with an accociates degree in Liberal Arts. My band turned into a real band, and then poofed itself away. Now a duo consisting of myself and my girlfriend play music, and people listen to it. I just started working at the job I had in highschool, september has just begun its song, and my brother moved away from home. Off to college or someplace like it. This leaves me with a room to myself and countless fingers pointing at me saying "deadbeat".

I will be writing here. More for me than for you. I will be speaking, maybe just to hear my own voice.