Hi guys. I'm still alive. This is as a tribute to my older brother, it's kind of what he looked like. It's so strange and unfair. A week ago we were talking about going to the Canary Islands together for a week, to make up for lost time after I moved 600 miles north two years ago, and 3 days ago I get the news he doesn't exist anymore. How will my life be without him? He always been there. My web presence will probably be very sporadic for a while. After a few terrible years this kind of feels like the straw that broke the donkey's back.














