The year is 2012, most 11 year old’s are probably preoccupied with concerns about the impending doomsday, but I was too busy exploring the world wide web. I’d been gifted a second-generation iPad, the intellectual capacity…

It’s been two brief years since the passing of my father. September 27th marked the day. Two brief years since waking up paralyzed having sensed my dad’s physical body perished. And two brief years since I found myself trapped in a state of delirium, feeling stagnant and unable to confide in anyone about my misfortune. But enough with the sappy crap…