Rites of Spring

Preparations have been ongoing since late february when I started crash dieting.

Male-to-female Ratio is coming along nicely, if I do say so myself.

Nightlight

Help Wanted

Loretta Stailey

My mom danced in the bedroom of our suburban house in Orange Hunt in Springfield VA. She told me that it was hot when I thought it was cold. What do you think about her taste in music? She and a friend name Carrol who I never met, but my mom stands out it a crowd with both of them together as friends.

She was so happy when dad was datiner her that she smailed like this.

Peel and Smoke THC

My new way of getting my

on.

Douglas Stailey is my Brother

Doug is 2.5 years older than me.

He is married to a woman but they have yet to have a child, providing that they want one. Perhaps they could support a child in Haiti like I do. He was so very cool, he played the cello while I could barely play the sax.

But we shared one thing in common.

Plus we have the same grandma. But back to my brother, he was a great reader of books. He used to smoke pot while reading books and relaxing on the roof of our suburban house. He told me that it rariefied his mind.

Doug's graduation picture with grandma. Unlike Doug, I was a college dropout. I found that I could make money without going to college.

I'm gay and my brother is married.

Wedding of Doug and Melissa

My Family

First you must know that the production of red blood cells requires creating a neurotoxin which disrupts GABA. it is the key neurotransmitter that controls relaxation. Because my GABA was all messed up like all of my neighbors I was what they called hyperactive back then. My mother took me to see a doctor and he said that I had allergies and advised my mother to give me allergy shots. I was injected with allergens more than 5000 times. The worst time was when she stuck a needle in my thigh on the wrong side of my leg. But you must remember that I love my mom, she was so very beautiful that she married a man who served in the North Korean War. That man severely beat me with a belt when I was three and four years old. I only remember the time when I thought that I could get in bed to protect myself from harm and he even beat me with that belt when I was in bed right through the sheet. But you must remember that my dad is going to have a birthday this month and I bought him a birthday present. It's a book.

Queenie @ The Eden Project

by somebody else, not me