Oddly enough... on this Marti Gras day of days I was broached with the question of 'why'. A question I have dropped relationships for because it was not asked, and that I have held relationships in question because of ... 'Why'.. why do I do what I do, for the bar(s) that I do? Where do my loyalties lie, etc... this was approached after a night of casual drinking and then ramped up by Fred, Bradly, Druitza, and friend took my evening into a whole realm of debate topics that I only minorley prepared for..

After the nostalgia evening, Justin asked the question of 'why?'.... and I tried to articulate, and a unravel (with out being a total emotional dbag) the reasons why I give more than the average two shits to folks here.. Minor topics like mom's salon, being a boyscout, friends first, and do what you must for family came up.. nothing indepth, but I think the point was made that I am not your normal bear in the woods, but care on a deeper level for the culture and relationships that have become of my time in the 'Box (and Eclipse) than those that I would have missed if I would have gone to grad school or cared less about.

Happy fucking Matrti Gras indeed.