"You can only make your first album once..."

Usually, these first posts are supposed to introduce you to your dear narrator, or something. But I don't have the time or will to do such a tedious task right now. You see, I'm sitting in a hotel room in Boston, Mass. hanging out with a close friend while his daughter who has severe CP (cerebral palsy, for the uninitiated) and has just undergone a massive double hip replacement surgery. She's 15. She's also one of the coolest kids I know. She has a smile that would make a hardcore feminist worship Burt Reynolds. 

I've been here for three weeks and I'm emotionally and physically exhausted, and I haven't done a damn thing compared to her dad. That man deserves a goddamn medal. He also talked me into starting this blog. Evidently my life has been deemed interesting enough for public consumption, so here we go.

This is an adventure.

So, in the next days and weeks, I'll get around to the normal "getting to know you" tap dance of death that is making an introduction interesting, but for now, I need to settle my affairs on the east coast and get back home to the moose-infested wilds currently known as Alaska. Should be leaving by Thursday. Wish me luck.

-A