About

I am from the fish tank,

From high expectations and broken glass.

I am from the end of the gravel road,

It felt like driving through craters.

I am from the willow trees

The red woods

That sprouted to the heights of skyscrapers.

I am from the annual camping trip and the bizarre,

from Isha and Dave,

I am from the stubborn

and reckless

From “The force is strong with this one”

And “No matter how big you get, I can still kick your ass”

I am from Sunday mornings to sleeping in.

I’m from the Golden Foot Hills and the Feather River,

Fruit syrup and homemade ice cream

From the orange Santa suit because it’s alright to stand out

And the innocent grandmother too sweet to understand her Easy Keeper

Photographs line the insides of totes

I am from classic rock and alternative radio,

I am from selflessness and animal rescue,

I am from living life to its fullest and taking caution around every turn,

I am from a family that never truly was,

A family divided into two,

A family driven by madness that somehow made ends meet

And shaped me into the man I came to be.