well, here's a brief history of my life, all true.

i was born in hawaii. my dad was a surfer and my mom a wave. there was a lot of love. when i was born my dad became a businessman and my mom crashed. we floated around for a couple years before coming ashore in seattle. i grew up in the waters of that damp city even after my parents drifted apart. at school, my friends were mostly dolphins and whales, though i also got along with octopi, sea urchins, and a couple of sharks.

i left for college as soon as i could. i went to colorado where i learned about the land and mountains. at first i didn't do so well because i didn't really understand where i had come from, or how. i swam because that's what i always did, but i didn't know what swimming was or how it was different than what other people did. in colorado there was much to learn about the movement of the continents, walking and running, boulders, mushrooms, things falling from the sky, how i fit into it all. i read a lot. i started writing. i made a lot of new friends with interesting tastes, my skin dried out, hair grew in places i didn't even know existed. it was good times. eventually i realized that i was from the water and really missed it.

so i graduated and went home, but the water wasn't the same, at least not how i remembered it. it was barely there. well shit, where was it?! i kept swimming. i met more creatures who knew some tricks and talked in whirlpools. i plunged deeper, got myself flipped around backwards and then reverse. i kept reading and writing. slowly, i rose up. the water started to appear here, no there, now here. i swam to another continent. it was there too. i went home. holy shit it was really there now! i looked all over: this shit was fucking everywhere! i just needed to figure out how to find it, see it, drink it, breath it.

now i'm at home, wherever i'm at, splashing around, diving into the waters of the world, never stopping because that's not exactly how swimming works....