okay, this is rediculous. This site still thought i was 18. i think an update is in order. *breathe* alright. i live in victoria now, as some of you already know. ive been living here for over a year now, and i love it. the weather, the people, and i still have my ocean. sometimes. i work for smartway restoration, fixing homes after floods, fires, or when the occational tree hits them. i really enjoy my job, and i get to do a little bit of everything. im still playing music, writing with quite a few people down here. i have two 'bands' if you cant call them that, more like jam circles, which is fine for right now because im too busy for a full time band unfortunately. but such is life. still crazy. still bipolar, but much more stable. funny how religion tends to send people reeling. i do believe in a god, but not in organized religion. i cant, my experiences dictate otherwise. i drink like a fish, i smoke way more weed than can be healthy, and there are few things nicer than a fat cigar. i love women, and their company, and i believe these things were put on earth by the higher powers for us to enjoy. and how i enjoy them. its either that or gods a straight up masocist, which i do not believe it is. shit. im rambling. alright, back to the task at hand. my uncle recently became a crack addict. this is my father figure growing up. my dad was an abusive drunk, my moms boyfriend didnt want the job, but i had my uncle just a few houses down. and then last weekend i kicked the shit out of him. badly. and he was highly religious. he compares himself to jesus. i told him to stop trying to martyre himself. we'll see. time will evenutaully tell you everything you want to know. thats all.