One of the things you will learn about me at some point is that my luck with life is less than great. Most of my poetry is really dismal. Somehow, despite that, these days I'm usually a pretty happy person. I suppose it could be said that perhaps once I accepted the fact that misfortune and chaos seem to find me, and let it go, I stopped caring about it so much, and that made being happy easier. Sure, I have my moments where I'm all aggro or hiding under a blanket in a dark room with old black and white movies, but I seem to adapt to things for the most part. Photography seems to be my favorite thing to do lately, and I'm enjoying it a lot.