If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

Where to start? Well I suppose I've become a ghost to my own life and as a direct result of me chasing my dreams. I've seen a lot of life...It was best said "Its not the years...its the mileage". Without an intellect to gather from the experience though, you're left with little of the rarest and most valuable commodity the mind can have...wisdom. I am not wise.

I love my family, my friends, and my brothers in arms more than most could dare to imagine. Though its many different paths that take me to that same end. I'm living the American dream and nothing short of death will wake me from it, though I believe the American dream most people share is very different than my own. As naive or foolish as it may sound I'm trying to save the world. We don't have much time left and I don't want to