I am the age Juliet would have been if she had not died in the bittersweet embrace of love (or is it delusion?). While I do not live in New York, London, Paris, Rome, or Milan, I am quite happy in our “quaint” Jet City, absorbing in every little drop of the sky’s tears. I love many things with an open heart and a sensible mind—perhaps on the top of the list, being my family and friends, my ideas, and freedoms… too many great things to hold selfishly in my arms alone. I am a soldier marching onwards! onwards! blazing my pen before me.