Living the Beat

It came as naturally as breathing to me. Twirling the sticks in my hand or crashing down on the tom tom was second nature to me. Even the base was like the beat of my heart. I came alive with ever hit, bang, and tap.

First Meetings

When I touch his hand now days it reminds me of the first time I held his hand. Which then leads me to the first time we met. I had been getting out of a taxi at...

Blood

As far as I knew he needed my blood and with out it he would go on living an average life, but I knew he needed it to be whole to be better and to continue on being the miraculous person that he was. This was a sacrifice I was willing to accept. My blood was a precious limited resource...