its late and i have FINALLY discovered how to post pictures. it has taken me more than an hour to find a good place to host them and the glorious ease by which PHOTOBUCKET allows one to do so makes me oh so happy oh so gay. im listenin to crash rickshaw. this picture is of me swingin from a tree that was in our backyard in south africa. i am superman, no joke. the house that holds the yard that holds the tree that holds my 4yr old self is one of the earliest homes i recall. this tree is the one my brother seemed to climb with such ease, he being 2yrs older than me was not a reasonable conclusion to my inability to reach his highest branch. i still own the scar on my knee from a fall. he climbed high enough to see into a robins nest, i never saw those shells... it was the home that was left when my parents marriage exploded, its the home that saw a robbery leaving our maid bound and gagged and my grandpa chasing the culprits with a mighty broom. a lot of my life is a blur but i still remember those pajamas well, i almost get chills thinking about stuff like that. the touch, smell, look of everything rushes back seeing this picture. to be innoncent again. above the entry gate to the house was a cloud of honey suckles, andre and i used to hang around the top of the huge iron gate sucking the necter...sesame seed candy reward was given by the neighbor who locked himself out of his house, luckily their was a 4yr old just small enough to wiggle his way through the bars of the mans fortress window...goodnight.