Backpack.

It's been almost three years since I've left any thoughts, hopes, fears, dissapointment and rage on these pages. A lot has moved, but not MUCH has changed. What has managed to evolve is brilliant, I asure you, as I enter a new phase of my adulthood...actual adulthood. Being labled as an adult at eighteen, by the government, creates a false sense of osmosis into maturity, but in fact, maturity and true adulthood can only be achieved through exeperience. Without it, you're stagnant, stuck at twenty-five, twenty-one, eighteen. I've experienced and I've matured, not by much, but what has managed to evolve is brilliant...I assure you.

Welcome back. It's Dexter. I'm young, black, gay, single and pissed about it all.

...all of it.