When asked to write something that would reveal a bit about myself I thought, easy enough, I’ll just write about my music and my plans for the future, that should suffice. Then I thought to myself, is that not a bit superficial?

It was Monday again.  I felt like I've waited for eternity. I counted down the hours and made my way to Mayel's garage right after finishing work.  But, I was early. There was a guy I hadn't met before sitting outside.  He had tipped the blue recycling bin over and made it his couch. Folded into a bean shape, he had his nose stuck into a fat Sudoku book. He started speaking without even lifting his head up to see who I was.