They call me Smudge. I'm not sure where the name came from but it's all I've ever known, and I like it. It's comfortable – like an old t-shirt, or a perfectly weighted blanket. Maybe the younger among you would choose a different item. Your favorite cell phone case? Fuck if I know.
I've lived more years than I ever expected. I did a lot of dumb things when I was young, and I was convinced I'd be dead by thirty. I know that I'm supposed to say I'm happy to have been wrong about that one, but some days I'm not so sure. I've never seriously considered taking my own life or anything, but living in a place that practically pistol-whips you in to buying canned happiness each day is bound to let you down once in a while.
Anyway, I've lived a pretty interesting life, and I've racked up a number of things I'd like to get off my chest before it's too late.
So, this is my blog. Might do me some good. Maybe it'll do you some good, too.
I'm here if you need me: