Hola December, I Remember...

I remember how it felt to be free.

I remember just yesterday a man I ain't met yet told me I remind him of Mucho Man Randy Savage. And Islander named Jack told me that same thing the first week I was here. How Ironic...

I remember a man in St. John that saw my tattoo outside of the convention and after speaking to me... It acknowledged a 'Hidden Mysticism."

I remember a 4 year old told me I look like a Pirate just three days ago. I thought that was fascinating coming from a four year old.

I remember I wrote a brief sequel to a fictional discovery that entailed a rainy, intuitive November night: Vide Eve Shereken.

I remember how they all became curious about my tattoo over my chest.

I remember feeling things 2 months after my birthday that I wouldn't wish upon anyone.

I remember how my parents helped me with so much more than they ever had to.

I remember being invisible even though I glowed... Even as far back as 2001.

I remember my gravest mistake that takes forgiveness... Whether it is ever requested or expressed the best or not.

I remember my fears manifesting themselves in worse ways I could've even thought. Nothing is the same and magic isn't always positive.

I remember how hard they laughed because they believed me to be the most hilarious and entertaining man they came across. They feed me free rum just for comin'.

I remember being all up in Nature's Best Kept Secret on 11~11.

I remember how I cried in the sky as I went to fly back to the islands for a couple weeks.

I remember how the LifeHouse songs came on at particular times that clarified wishes that I guess might have been blessed in disguise.

I remember feeling the best and worse things of my life in 2009.

I remember speaking to Christiana in L. A. while I was in St. Thomas before flying home for good.

I remember the airports in L.A. wanted to pat my head in security because I was wearing a leather jacket, a black bandanna, and a metal spike in my lip. I tore my Bandanna off and put it in their hands for them and said,

"My name is Justin Crum and I'm the only man from America that is an National Exchange Student in St. Thomas at the Caribbean. I'm an adventurer, not a gang-banger." She smiled. "Yeah, sorry, I forgot I was wearing a bandanna in California at L.A. of all places." She let me through... And she smiled when she did it*