There is so much if my life that remains a vague mystery to those who love me, and to those I love. That ok...If someone was an open book what would be the fun...There would be too much predictability. Sometimes I wonder if there is something else I should be doing with my life. I could have been something else. I could be in the middle of nowhere, barefoot and pregnant, but that's not really me now is it? I could be in the middle of almost my final semester of a medical program working towards the cure for the ailments of men. The ailments of men...Ha....There is one true ailment of man ... One that cannot be cured for some men know nothing but . . . Greed.

This is my legacy. This posted life among the places called cyberspace. A living document if you will to continue on long after I am gone. It will be archived, possibly eventually deleted. Who knows, maybe someone will for some reason research Spooty and Soju together..who knows it could happen.

"Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast to white on white... Angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right... Maria says she's dying...Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus...Says she close to understanding Jesus, and she knows she's more than just a little misunderstood she has trouble acting normal when she's nervous...."