Prologue

“Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.” F. Scott Fitz.

Sometimes two people meet and everything is beautiful… until it falls apart and becomes anti-climactic after the true fashion of reality. This is not a book about galloping horses and has nothing to do with sunsets, prince charming, finding love in hopeless places, or being pretty. It is not about learning to love yourself, pastoral settings, or great acts of gender non-specific heroism. This is merely a story about great expectations (and ruining them), and drinking a lot of beverages; but, most of all, this book is about people. And maybe there are better stories than this, where magnificent things happen like brinkmanship or saving orphans, but they are not this story.

My life so far has been built chiefly upon logic; which, was either passed down to me genetically or likewise hardwired through a manner potentially resembling Hitler Youth. I have my father to both thank and blame - interesting how commonly those come hand in hand - for this disposition. That logic is of course offset by a handicapping empathy: I am forever worried about measuring my tone, smiling at people, and often wondered if I am selfish or if all the failings of humanity are somehow manifest within me in some preventable way. However, unless they’ve resurrected Leonardo Nimoy and Spock is back the introduction to the logic of my life  may or may not resembles sides of a coin or a common language spoken in he Mediterranean.  The only thing I can say is that this book was never really meant to be all of this, it is merely an amalgamation of all the sarcastic thoughts and short stories I’ve written in the past several years - I guess I was talking about the same thing  or the same person the entire time. And I guess its interesting to understand that I have always been writing the same book, even then I cannot say that it is totally based in truth

But this is what it was and… maybe how it should have been.