Top of a summit, wind blowing, balls freezing, found me. A sort of -limitless hierarchy.
Born and reborn, my family has become: Anyone who accepts me -as an imperfect, fuckup of a human being. Still young, with mistakes to make, and foreign soil to piss on...I have alot more, miles and hills and oceans to cross.
This is my story, with more to tell. This is me, the author.