in the beginning

i'll call it the beginning. it's the start of so many things. so much time that i look back on. i'm not as old as i could be, but so much older than the numbers on my driver's license would lead you to believe. and these old eyes have been watching since as far back as the beginning and remembering since that first day. remembering is a game to me. telling the stories is the other game. i make no apologies nor do i hold any hedging against what may come out or may be told or may be admitted to. it's all got to go somewhere, right? all of my worthwhile journals are full and i suppose there is infinite space here. space is meant to be filled. it's a show of respect.