Kinetic energy (or, hello and welcome)

Ah, me, what havoc shall be wrought upon these pages? I don’t look for mayhem. It just happens, and I have to figure out how to get through it. That’s just what happens when you find yourself bound up with a trickster.

If you’re at all interested in what it’s like to live in a constant state of, “What the fuck?” (with the occasional moments of “Seriously, what the fucking fuck?!”, because my vocabulary is quite extensive), stay tuned. I promise you that everything I write is true and as I’ve experienced it. Believe me, there’s no need for embellishment when my plain honest truth is this bizarre. And it’s objectively bizarre. I’ll give you three whole chances to guess what the usual reaction from friends and family tends to be when they bear witness to whatever’s going on in my life.

This will simply be the record of the life and times of a Loki-loving fool, or as a dear friend once introduced me as “a mortician who’s actually three foxes in a trench coat.” It’s a choppy ride with more than enough turbulence, but I’m doing my best to keep my head in the clouds. It sometimes feels like falling, but when I fly… when I fly, I soar!

“Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes when you fall, you fly.”    – Neil Gaiman

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