But you're Married!! How could you do this? What about your Kids? You're going to destroy their minds and hearts! You're disloyal! You're a manipulator! You're a Fraud! You're a Cheater and a Liar! You're despicable! (With all the spit in my face) You're breaking God's Laws and Covenant! You're worshiping idols and masters! You're becoming primal! Unhinged! Sinful! You're just like all the other men! And the biggest one of all... Why Max, Why?!!

I'll start by saying that I am married...colorless...odorless...black and white with ink and typewriter. A choice... A decision... Expectations pushed away, twisted, turned, disintegrated. And now, I wear a scarlet letter because I believe in love and mutual energies. Something that goes against the grain of the norm because I am against it's grain. A catalyst for change.

Because Connections Make a Difference. How else can we relieve the pressures we carry from society and our preconceived endless laundry list of responsibilities and duties, without being shunned that we are copping out? That we aren't Man Enough? That we're weak and need to bottle up our emotions and show some damn grit? We have to have some sort of support.

A little after I hit the first bend, I set my eyes on this little kid running down the street as gleeful as possible. Probably giggling to himself. y first thought was "What the f***?" Why is there a kid running around out here barefoot this early in the morning and... Where's his parents? Where's home for him?

To hear and feel the emotions of people as we played. To strategize and crack jokes as we ran through the stages together. Thats teamwork!