revelations 18:2

a mar-a-SKEE-no cherry
  -or-
garnish the details

true story: i dropped out of architecture school. now, i didn't drop completely out
of

college, but simply my pre-ordained major and the particular school's specific

curriculum. i was embarrassingly overwhelmed and over-worked, both excuses
to the simple

fact that pervaded my fragile ego: i wasn't really talented in the field of
architecture.

it was a dream that had persisted for years and a disappointment; much like
axel rose's

'chinese democracry.'

forked in the road, both figuratively and literally, i retreated to a simple base. it
was

a joke that magically i could re-invent myself under the guise of eloquence,
when that

wasn't really the issue. a forked tongue, however, convinced everyone to believe

differently. the punch-line wasn't funny like ha-ha, it was paralyzing like uh-oh.

eventually, driving to a party, i hit some black ice and couldn't control my skid. i
hit

a snowbank and thought to myself, "what the hell am i doing in texas?"