"You'll appreciate that more when you're my age."

I drove 3 hours to see The Girl With Two Names.

I knew her first from Facebook, then text messages, and finally, from Skype.

But never in person.

We had mutual acquaintances, so we knew that neither was a psycho or secretly a 40-year-old man, but it was still somewhat of a nerve-wracking concept.

But I was suffocating in Auburn.

Disappearing Boy

So, hopefully you've noticed that I haven't posted my weekly story in two weeks (if my math and memory serve.)

It's not because I'm lazy.

It's because a gauntlet has been thrown, and I have been given a opportunity and a challenge that could greatly alter the course of my life, so I have been devoting all my energy into that project.