Kia Ora--

Every monster has it's mad scientist creator, and I am no different.

No, I'm not the creator, I am the creature. And my mad scientist has returned.

I'm talking about the imminent return of Mr. Boyd. He is staying with me for the time being as he starts phase two of his plan to return to Tampa. I credit him (along with Tasha) for making me who I am today, or at least having a great part in shaping my destiny. Before Mr. Boyd, I was blissfully listening to top 40 music (with a few of the cool bands I loved when I was younger falling to the wayside), reading sci-fi novels (geeky ones, not cool ones), and wearing things like purple (and lots of jogging suits). A hair cut, a book by Eliot, and a Smiths tape later, I was on the right track.

Kevin is my oldest and dearest. He's known me longer than anyone. He has been my brother, my mentor, my closest confidant, and my sanity. He is the Yin to my Yang. He is the reason to my anarchy. He is the calm before my storm. He is the Abbott to my Costello. He is the missing piece of my tribe, and I can't wait until he and Heidi are finally down here. For good.

My KS brothers, meet your other long lost brother. Please be watching for the Apocalypse soon.

Keep the faith.

-N.