i can rip out two tear sheets from teen vogue and relix magazines with my copyright but ironically enough i almost didn’t have all the funds and bob dylan randomly began to play subterranean homesick blues. luckily i dug another dollar bill from the bottom of my pocket book to pay for the change on top of the only ten i had left to my name. relationships are the same. you win sometimes you loose someone else’s gain like the hundred i had tucked into my passport somebody must have claimed. the puzzle of my identity are finally piecing back together but i believe in all this mean time we live for an invaluable passion. if rock paper scissors was a competition then love is what was won.