The Basement.

First off, thank you to my best friends - throwing me a surprise party planned months in advance. It is definitely a great feeling to be the recipient of a surprise party - a great natural high. With that important and necessary recognition of excellent personal relationships out of the way, I revert back to this post. Why must I call it the basement? Let it be a reflection of Alpha. The new year and new age ushering in a fresh start. A beginning drowned in reflection of self, personal relationships, and the world that engulfs each. The basement: a place I feel at home. Whether it be my barely christened place with mama dukes or the home of fellow Genius Mind Jon, it is a place invoking sweet serenity and beautiful bliss. It is at this Ground Zero where I feel at peace. A sweet escape from any personal problems, reprieve from the harsh realities of everyday life. Interesting: A city boy finding tranquility in basements far, far away from the eye of Toronto. Regardless, an accurate representation of thoughts bubbling below the surface with an attempt at composure on the exterior.