I Don't Know Who You Are, I Don't Know What You Want, But I Have a Very Particular Set of Skills...

 So, I get that I have some curious onlookers in my life.  I understand that.  What never occurred to me is that you'd stumble upon this little gem of my world and be able to read so much of my past.  You may think I'm upset by this.  Or maybe ashamed.  Perhaps even worried you may do something with that information.  

You'd be wrong.  This blog has existed since my world was full of real life monsters that I called family.  I'm sure you've learned that by now.  And discovered more truths than lies in my tales.  I really have lived the life I tell.  I really have done all the things I said I have.  And I've documented it along the way.  I may have stopped writing here for bits and pieces when I got busy.  And I may have been very closed mouth about my cannabis usage and production way back when because I had no license.  But I am exactly who I say I am.

So it comes to a point where I realize that I have tools at my disposal while you're here.  The analytics of my blog, my website, all the places you try to sneak into....they all tell me who and where you are.

Now I know, there is a whole whopping lot of curious readers here, that are just that. Curious about who I am, and HOW I came to be who I am.  But then there's you.  And I know you're here.  So let's not keep pretending I don't know exactly who and where you are too.


Until next time...

J

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